[Ah, what a conundrum. Dom knows there's no one else to blame, but himself though. It's like clockwork really; even if he starts off on the right or wrong foot, there are usually only two outcomes when it comes down to the very blunt truth about himself.

He lifts up his mug again to sip some coffee but discovers he's already all out. Oren isn't going to refill for him in this sort of situation (the rock man said as much in his own mind). Sighing, he leans back his seat again as if bracing himself.]

Well. If you've been coming here long enough, you know most of the customers have a party trick or two.

[Strange and otherworldly powers so to speak. It's a feature of the Grind to attract those types really.]

I've got a pretty severe one.