"Possibly," Cas cautiously agreed. He didn't feel he had enough to make an accurate assessment.
"Hello Peter," he said tiredly. "What kind of illusions do you cast?" Bitterly he thought 'the illusion of friendship? The illusion of trust?' but his thoughts were not directed at Peter.
"I read minds," he said in the same tone one might say 'I take sugar.' "I'm not sure how it's working. They seem annoyed, then surprised, then they give me money. It's very strange." He cocked his head to match Peter's. "I need to be elsewhere."