Wes looked up at the soft female voice and did his best not to stare. The shop's proprietress was really quite an attractive woman. He had been expecting more of a typical psychic - slightly too heavy and/or old for the tawdry clothing the job almost demanded.
Something about this woman was different. He felt uneasy, not in an awkward being around a beautiful woman way. Like something was going on under the surface that he wasn't yet aware of uneasy.
In a strange way, it was exciting and arousing. In a very strange way. But then, Wes delved into the strange for a living.
"I actually haven't come for a reading, ma'am. This shop reminded me of a place I used to frequent with friends back home." A little bit of a fudge ofn the 'friends' thing, but close enough. "I thought I might be able to find something....interesting here. It seems I have."
He smiled blandly and held up a container of preserved dragon scales.