The boy's first question was the most obvious to him. "Have you met Satan?"
It shook the witch a little, but she replied with a nostalgic tone. "In my dreams only. Once, when I was young, around eighty years ago, he may have offered me this long life of mine along with the bit of magic to power my spells. Have you? Of course you do, lucky one..."
While she brushed the noblewoman's hair, she kept observing Oswald's features, she wasn't looking into his eyes, she was looking way above it, around the height he would reach with his hybrid form.
"He's the one who gifted you too, still I can read sorrow on your face. Things come with a price, kid. I got lucky though, I found a place where I was safe, under the duchess' command, I can live without troubles for a few more years, hopefully. What price did you pay to get such a power, young one?"
"Everything down to my freedom, I'm afraid." Oswald replied, just to make the old woman burst out in laughter.
