That sort of response he was used to. People would drag their friends into his shop and Stephen, Merlin and the rest of the crew would be subjected to awkward naysayers who wanted to do nothing more than groan at every prophetic word spoken.
"I don't mean to intrude, really, it's just sometimes if I don't get what I'm seeing off my chest to whoever is... being.. seen, it.." hurt? Gave him headaches? Made him anxious?
"I mean, I can tell something is wrong even if you can't tell what and if that means anything to you don't hesitate to ask, I don't mind doing spur of the moment readings of palms and things," actually, he'd feel much better if she'd let him.