Thomas could tell she was doing her best to try and believe him or even wrap her head around the idea of him being able to just teleport like it was some everyday thing. For him, it was one of the few magical means for him to travel but it also took a toll on him energy wise. It's not easy to just disappear from one location and just appear in another, physically speaking and magically speaking. True there was a great deal of things he could do with his magic abilities but teleportation was something that only got easier with use and Thomas tried not to use magic when and IF possible. He preferred brains and bullets first before he chose abracadabra. Thomas ran a hand through his hair and could see that she was thinking of her connections and soon found that there were none. He didn't mind taking her in if that's what she needed. She was his client after all. If he didn't protect her that wouldn't make him a very good private detective.

He watched as she made her way towards the kitchen, commenting that before she made reservations at the hotel Blackgate she wanted to talk about just what the hell the 'unpronounceable word' on the folder meant. He figured this was coming but nodded. "[b]Well I assume you were going to ask at some point, better late than never I suppose[/b]" he said with a nod. Blackgate watched as she climbed up onto the counter and asked if he liked red wine. He shrugged, not one to turn down a drink as he took a drag of his cigarette. She produced two glasses and uncorked a bottle of the wine, pouring a glass for the both of them.

As she reached for a drawer and pulled out a joint, she asked if he minded. "[b]I don't mind. I'm not one to judge[/b]" he said with a chuckle as he took a drag of his cigarette. He took a seat beside her as she took a moment to relax, commenting that she thinks she's finally ready to discuss what was happening to her. He nodded in understanding as she began to speak, asking if this being that was in her home would follow her. At least he assumed that's what she was asking. If she was asking about Gorr'rylaehotep, then that was a different story. "[b]The spirit in your house may only be tied to your home. However, if it does follow you than I have an artifact that will ensure it doesn't harm you. It may still follow you but at least it won't bother you[/b]" he said. He stood up and walked to the door as he grabbed the amulet. "[b]This is the Eye of Horus, an ancient artifact from Egypt. It's a symbol of protection and good health. In this case, you need to think of it as a supernatural bulletproof vest that protects you from supernatural bullets. If you wear this, you will not be harmed by anything supernatural. Only something as powerful as a god can harm you[/b]" he said as he handed her the amulet. 

He took a drag as he took a seat and sighed. "[b]Now if we are talking about what that folder is talking about, if we are talking about Gorr'rylaehotep, than yes. It's gonna follow you. It's not pretty, it's not friendly, and it's not something you want to mess with[/b]" he said with a grim tone. He took a breath and nodded. "[b]I'm sure you're wondering just what the hell I'm talking about and wondering what the hell Gorr'rylaehotep is, among other questions of course. Now is your chance to ask[/b]" he said gently. He would answer as best as he could but he couldn't guarantee all the answers but he could answer a majority of them