He was a bit distracted from his rapt listening when Malakai slipped a vial into his coffee, but chose not to question it. Yeah, it was interesting, but also beside the point.
"And nothing like that's ever happened to you? In real life, I mean." He sipped at his coffee, mulling it over. "Okay, so here are some theories. It could just be a weird recurring nightmare...but, you know, considering you said you don't have those, that's kind of unlikely." He chewed on his lip, lost in thought.
"You ever had a prophetic dream? As far as I've heard it doesn't come with the vampire thing, but you never know. And all that aside, maybe the fire's not literal. Maybe it's symbolic, and the man is someone you know in disguise. That's what Freud would say, anyway, but he was sort of a nut." The more he thought it over, the more it seemed like going inside Malakai's head was the only way he'd find out anything for sure. Not that he was terribly psyched about the prospect, but it seemed like most of what he was theorizing was nearly impossible to prove otherwise.