Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

Atton had always been good at throwing up barriers, confusing people away from his mind; his instincts meant that any casual attempt to read him would bring nothing but base emotions and little rhythmic details from his surroundings-- the sound of the wind, the clicking of a power coupling.

But there were plenty of people who had actively tried to go further. It never ended well.

"I hope not," he said. "I kind of like being able to nope out of here and head back to New York most days of the week." He sighed. "How's your schedule tomorrow?"