[Blake exhales audibly. He doesn't know what he was expecting. Some kind of card with a devil on it, maybe, or just the words YOU FUCKED UP.

This one doesn't seem so bad.

His lip twitches up.] Are you a fortune-teller or a shrink?

Making good choices, huh. [He drums his fingers on the table thoughtfully. It's all a bunch of mystical voodoo crap, of course, but the coincidence is kind of interesting.] I don't know how a couple of naked people are going to help me with that.