Ravensblood Forest deserve's got nothing to do with it

He wasn't surprised that the sap didn't taste any good, though he would never have dared to touch it himself.  He was pretty fearless when it came to real threats — heights and predators and storms.  But ghosts?  Nope.  He didn't quite believe in them anyway, but... anything that was abnormal was slated in his mind as something he should definitely not mess with.

Speaking of which, she was totally messing with him.  Wraen the ghost-hunter?  He raises a brow as an easy, lazy smile drawls across his lips.  Why's it good that you haven't seen any if you're a ghost hunter?  Seems like it'd be the other way 'round.  He teases playfully.  Happens that you have.  I'm not an expert like you by any means, though.