Wayne cocked an eyebrow, but buckled down and fought through the fog the whiskey had put in his head to see what he could dredge up from the recesses of his memory. "Let's see..." He started to massage parts of her palm as if testing out firmness of flesh and bone, and ran fingernails along lines, partly to test the lines, partly to test the ticklishness of her palm.
"You'll be a success in your future career..." he said, in a low murmur. He looked up into her eyes... Something about the way the light in the room caught her hair was making him feel... Merlin, how strong was that firewhiskey?
"You'll be admired and beloved..." he said, still tracing the heart line under her fingers. "And... Says here you have a secret admirer."