The expression writ across his face was priceless. She guessed so correctly, well, nearly, that he entertained the idea of having her read his palm right quick for an impromptu fortunetelling. However, it suddenly occurred to him that she might've guessed as such because she was very logical, as were most Claws. Perhaps she had whittled down her choices of a respectable answer by determining what had recently been openly bothering him.
Getting a day off to visit her as she worked had been high up there, hadn't it? Still, to make her feel ... well, appreciated, he tilted his head and smiled broadly.
"Stephanie Fawcett you little seer! How did you know?" then he leaned forward to place a hand on her small knee.
"Have you been reading your tarot cards like a good little witch?" with a crisp laugh he sat back up and took a mild sip of his tea before setting it to the side on a coaster.
"I hired someone to help read fortunes.. so yes, a day off! Ever hear of a bloke named Merlin Toke?"