It wasn't a lie, even. He was psychic, though the actual limits and what he could do he was still feeling out.

"Ishiah is helping me learn how to use it," he explained, returning to his own plate, more pushing the food around than actually eating. It was good, Gerard just rarely had anything that passed for an apatite. "Most of the time it's ... uh, locked up. Kind of? So I only really get use of it when I'm at the bar or if I force it. Which so far regularly triggers a migraine after."