"It's really OK," Alex assured him. "I offered, didn't I? Besides, if you hadn't caught me now, it might have been weeks til the next time. I have a tendency to run myself into the ground while I work on projects. I'm pretty sure the Coven despairs of me sometimes, especially Marcus. He had to drag me away from working on perimeter security once before."
Alex grinned at him. "Then I think they'll work out just fine," he answered. "Perfect for London and it's dreariness. Hang on just one second." He made his way into his bedroom, retrieving the warded box his cards were kept in. He brought it back out and placed it on the table, and then, placing one hand on it, he murmured a few words in Scottish Gaelic. Even if anyone else knew the words, if anyone besides him tried to open the box, they'd get hit with a nasty hex.
Victor's offer made him raise his eyebrows. "I mean...if you want to," he replied, a bit surprised. "Don't feel like you have to, though. Though I usually do trade readings, so we could call it square once you've left." He lifted the cards carefully from the box, shuffling them gently, as he always did.
"Now I told you I don't rely on fake tricks like those hokey psychics on TV," he continued. "I just read what comes up for the person who's in front of me. But it helps to have a question in your mind, so...anything in particular you want to know?"