[Molly makes another soft, surprised sound, as he listens, losing the tempo a bit and nearly tripping over his own feet. Damn his desperate need to chase his new experiences and damn his inability to handle when people are more charming than he is. He's too used to people being put off or amused. Fighting back is unfair- interesting and exciting, but unfair.]

You know, I feel like I would have guessed that about you. [There's a definite choking quality to his tone as he tries to recover his grip on things.] Call it a hunch or... predetermination. I am a vessel of the higher powers, y'know. I know these things.

[Nailed it.]