"Well, I'm his father," he says with a fond smile, looking down at Dane. The baby already has his hair, dark, distinctive curls. "So he's at least part witch. Erin, as far as we know, is human."

But they also haven't asked and he wonders if they should have. He doesn't care, he knows Spencer doesn't care. Human, witch or siren, whatever she is, she's helped to give them their family and for that that'll always be grateful to her. "But we never really asked," he admits.