"Sure, if you need to label it," is his answer, not wanting Scott to think he's right. The man's far too sharp as it is. Can't just hand him more information than he needs.

But at Scott's rather odd and menial request, he pauses in his steps, then stalks past him to open the closet. And you better believe he snoops, takes in every detail of the very boring collection of clothing. He was really hoping for some skintight leather.

"Clairvoyance. Anyone he touched would trigger it, but it caused him brain damage. The pain helped distract his mind from going there..."