"Hey alright, I'm two for two today..." He said, eyeing the placement of her gun. He reached up and scratched the back of his head again, feeling that this entire conversation at gotten fairly... awkward.
"Well listen, I gotta go kill some demons, although I'm pretty sure they're metaphorical and not real grr argh scary demons, but it's kind of a time crunch... Tell ya what, why don't I give you my card and you can call me and, as they say in this town, let's do lunch." He flashed his smile and, after wiping his hand on his hawaiian shirt, took out a 'business card' from his fannypank. It was a fortune cookie- still whole and unwrapped. Inside of the cookie goodness was the scribed fortune, 'Don't touch that butter.' On the back were lucky numbers, suspiciously sequenced like a local telephone number.