The Warlock: A child of the caul, born of witch's blood. You'll be sacrificed and as your blood runs, I'll raise from the pits of Hell a woman, a consort who will mother a race of evil the world has never seen. It is my purpose, my destiny, and yours.
Robin: I think he's a witch, Kris, a warlock.
Kris: Okay, I thought that you said that you were a witch.
Robin: I am. But it's different. True followers of the craft practice their powers for the good, for the Earth, for the occasional love potion, of course, but anyone can learn to use those powers.