"Arcane?" The Jack burns its way down his throat. This'll be it, since his bike's outside and he'd like to make it home in one piece. "Like... that psychic shit? Or something else?" He trades the shot glass for his cigs, opens the box, shakes one out, and offers it in her direction.

In his pocket, his phone buzzes. "Hold that thought." He digs it out, flips it open, and holds the phone to his ear.

"Hey, Ma. Everything okay?" She squawks at him, reminds him about dinner later on. Holding his hand over the speaker, he whispers to Morrigan. "Just my mom. Hang on a sec."

As his ma goes on, he nods. "Yeah, yeah, ma, got it. Love you too." Flipping the lid back down on the phone, he shrugs.

"Moms. Whatcha gonna do. Now, where were we?"