"I'm Jewish," she told him flatly. Odd, a Witch that was also Jewish, she supposed, but if Fagin could manage it, and raised her at all, it was very much possible. "And I don't think rabbis are under the same confidentiality agreement." She wrinkled her nose, running her fingers through her hair with maybe a bit more force than was necessary.

"But that could work. As awful as it sounds. I just don't even think a drunk would believe half of what I'd tell him."