Salem, Salem, Salem. For Ryan, she was a few things. Witty, sassy, a bit creepy (the whole magic thing was the reason for that, but oh well), a bit on the attractive side of things, and somone who he had grown strong feelings for.
But admitting that kind of stuff is awkward, especially in this kind of setting, and what if the feelings weren't mutual? She'd probably call him a creep, put a curse on his firstborn, and make every weapon he'd ever hold turn into butter or rubber or razor wire. So he kept his mouth shut about it and listened to the ambient rock music blaring from the stereo.