Hayley arches an eyebrow watching the fly come to the man. She comes from a world with magic, has powers of her own, but nothing like that. Still, she's seen witches control insects before, though never on such an intimate sort of level.

"Um..." The question stumps her for a moment, mostly because she's trying to figure out the fly thing, but she finally shakes her head and lifts her gaze back to his.

"This." Her hand lifts to the mark running down her throat. "I mean, I have tattoos, but I didn't have this one when I went to sleep, and it's not...tender like a new tattoo. It's just there..."