Careful, Sunshine. He doesn't look SOF - or like a media type, for that matter - but the relative humanity of your bloodline isn't something you just discuss with people. And apparently, she can't trust herself to not say anything stupid. What's going on there, anyway? Is this some kind of weird nightmare where she can't control what she says? Shouldn't knowing it's a dream give her more control, not less?

After a moment's consideration, she ventures, "I'm human as far as I know." And hey, it comes out exactly as she meant it to. This calls for another cookie.

Trouble is, it's hard to really know that you're fully human. Most partbloods think they're normal until they suddenly aren't, and there's no set timeframe for when some demon taint is going to rear its ugly head (or maybe just ugly tusks, or ugly horns) and make your life a misery. Or, if you've already got magic handling in your blood, it can clash with that in a toxic way and send you on a homicidal tear through the nearest warm bodies. Either way, not good.

At least she's too wrapped up in her own dour thoughts to notice he's not in love with her muffin and add that to the list of things to grump about.