He wasn't really used to having to prove his talent. He missed Angel, suddenly. Angel was so trusting about his ability, and so was everyone who came into Caritas because of Angel--even the Wolfram and Hart crowd.
Lorne shrugged. "I don't judge, kid. I'm the magic eight ball you just shook up, that's all."
He smiled. "I can't tell you much about Veronica and you that you don't already know, cupcake. But what I CAN tell you is that your old life might not be what you get back. And that might not be the worst thing. I don't usually see myself in other people's destinies, but if you're half as good with money and a quip as I think you are, and you think you've got the salt to help run this place, some of your worries would go away."
The smile became a grin. "Y'know. If you can deal with working for a demon.