[Molly preens, as proud as the peacock tattoo spreading its plumage across his neck and cheek.] Thank you. I put it all together myself.

[And all for the sake of his mirror, to boot. He wants to be eye-catching, but it's camouflage for hiding in plain sight, and it looks good on him.]

That's fair. [Molly grins back, pointed canines showing, but it's such a stupid, cheeky grin, it can't even be viewed as a threat display.] I feel like telling the future to another fortune teller is asking for trouble, but if you don't mind a fly on the wall, I'd like to see your technique. Or we could compare stories about gullible marks.

[Because Molly knows a con man when he sees one. You can't con a con, and you can't hide from one either. He doesn't use his cards quite in that way- setting people on wrong paths is bad business- but he still bullshits the fortunes on occasion just to tell people what he sees or what he thinks they want to hear. All he's really doing right now is conversationally calling him out and inviting... well not honesty- fuck that- but at least a measure of transparency.]