Molly was really just more used to the 'you're a demon' or 'succubi, stay away from me and my family!' and honestly, even then it didn't phase them. Tack on 'charlatan' and 'con man' and it'd be the whole list. They'd been called much, much worse.

"I'd bet my prettiest red cent that it is. And not at all, unless you're looking for that kind of business, unfortunately, I have much more talented friends in that department. And I don't know this planet's rules on escorting."

Molly stretches out, stashing the cards for safekeeping, and holds his arms out in a welcoming gesture. Not even bothered.

"I'll even spare you the card gimmick. Palm reading seems more your style anyways: can't put lines that aren't there, now can I? Besides. I run a more tip-friendly kind of business model."