[ He watches with interest as Cheris—Or rather, Jedao—goes through the motions of the reading. His attention is sharp, but it's not exactly because of the cards. He's watching these movements, listening for the difference in tone, because it's a rather stark contrast from the serious and straight-laced young lady. He finds Cheris interesting, since their conversation had surprised him, but the person that's coming along with her is just as much so. There's a panache in this that makes Sebastian wonder if she had managed to find a demon or something like it.

He'll just have to look, he thinks. But that can wait a few minutes. It's terribly obvious when he is looking at someone's soul, so he may as well make the gesture of asking for permission.

His gaze turns to the spread of cards, and he nods with a noise of acknowledgement. ]

How interesting. Seven tends to be considered a lucky number more often than not.

[ But he enjoys that reversal, in a way. Irony is always a favorite of his. ]

Oh, likely so, if they are anything like our Aranean hosts. Spiders seem to be a common thread in such tales. It is little surprise, considering how they catch their prey, I suppose.