"Why not? Are you a cop?" Eliot asks, apparently unconcerned, because he walks right past the blond into the kitchen, looking around with great interest. He wonders if there's any wine ... the magician is a little more than weak to demon rum, he's a full fledged alcoholic.

"If you are, they weren't my drugs, someone slipped them into my drink at a party, honest, officer. Also, you might want to get your head checked, I don't think they allow you to be a cop if you're actively hallucinating. ... it might come in handy if it turns out we're both psychic, though."