Nacho smiles a little, very softly, despite himself.

"Uh, yeah..." he says. "So. Uh. Witches. Real ones. What do you make of 'em? All this 'ladies of the lake' shit? What's your opinion, man?" His eyes glint. "You gotta hear some good gossip, right?"

He feels a faint tug on his line, but then it's gone. Just a nibble. Oh, well. Like the man says. Another one'll come.