The way Matt doesn't respond to the finger with the way he feels around the door cements it for him. "A blind catholic? Must be my lucky day. Don't suppose you're a lawyer too?" Hell, he'd kill the guy just for ticking two out of the three boxes. Maybe not right now, though.. He might need him to get out of this room.

A story? Lester doesn't know what the hell is up with this guy, but what the hell. Why not? "I doubt you have the constitution to handle one of my stories, pal."

He leans back and crosses one ankle over the other as he relaxes on the sofa. And then the headache worsens to the point where he has to put his hands on either side of his head. "Fuck me."