Matt put his hand over his heart. "You wound me, Simon," he said. "Bringing up my lack of dates is certainly hitting below the belt. I must be losing my touch."

Or, his stringent use of his abilities were causing him to avoid his regular hook up at the local pub. The threat of rejection had never been an issue before he arrived in London. Now, whenever he started up a conversation with a stranger he constantly worried if they were talking to him purely because he had willed them to speak.

"Your bedroom is off limits, man," Matt replied with a shrug. "Unless you'd like me to put mistletoe there. I can easily take requests on appropriate placement in the flat."