The Grim tormenting a prisoner 

Molly Samedi offering to read Archie's fate.

Juvenile petty theft.

Bosley bailing Archie our, friend from D.A.'s office.

"You're learning to use your familiar. Whether you realize it or not, your sense are synchronizing to its own. It's why you can hear me now."

The precinct was busy as Archie was marched through booking.

"No, Ma'am, I need your real I.D. I cannot put you in the system as 'Molly Splittongue'." 

Archie's wandering eyes were drawn towards the leggy woman in front of the booking counter. A cropped top exposed a leopard spot lowerback tattoo easily identifying the woman as a member of the Molls has the alias not already been a dead giveaway. 

The woman in question noticed Archie's roaming gaze, giving him a wink before opening her mouth as a snake-like fork tongue waved towards him, each half moving independently.

The sensation that followed was difficult for Archie to describe, but his inner monologue had a concise though.

Mark me down as scared and horny.