In spite of herself, Zatanna laughs a little. "We don't all wear spandex and bright colors. I think that's mostly the established guys like Superman. A lot of us wear dark spandex, so there," she teases. Spandex might not be all that flattering, but it does serve a functional purpose in Zee's line of "work." The tighter and more flexible the clothes, the easier they are to move around in without getting in the way.

With a little shrug, Zatanna looks back at him unsurprised. "I imagine everybody had people like that back in their worlds. Otherwise, there would be no balance. Good needs evil and evil needs good, even if no one wants to admit it," she says quietly.

At his answer, Zatanna looks curious. "Like werewolves, sort of?" she asks. "...actually, don't answer that, that was really rude, sorry. There's like stigma to werewolves and you would've said that if that was it and there wasn't. Anyway," she babbles, looking sheepish. "I think that's cool. A couple of my best friends aren't human. One is an alien and one is a clone of Superman. They're both cool. You seem cool."

She can tell that she's being gauged because of the way he's looking at her and she gives him a little smile. "Your secret's safe with me if mine is safe with you," she offers.

Alcide asks what kind of magic and honestly, Zee isn't really sure how to answer that. She's never thought about it much. "I don't know..I say spells and they make things happen?"