Ray should have seen that coming. He's the sharp one, the witty one, the one with a comeback for every eventuality. He covers his shock up pretty well, he thinks - only a slight cough into the neck of the bottle, a few drips of beer escaping from the corner of his mouth and a split-second deer-caught-in-headlights expression - and then his wiping the back of his hand over his lips to catch the drops and setting his drink back down.

He hopes Shawn didn't attend any 'Reading Body Language 101' classes whilst he was studying for a fake psychic certificate. "You're one of a few," he coughs again behind a fist and sends Shawn an indiscernable look in response to the grin. "What're you drinking?"