Luis pushes his hair back from his face, taking a deep breath. When he speaks, his voice is quiet enough that there's a high chance an eavesdropper at the door wouldn't hear anyway.

"Whatever is going on with Pratibha, she's connected to the house. So, you've hit the nail on the head." He picks up a clean fork that had been set out on the counter but not used, and begins to spin it between his fingers like he does his lighter.

"She can feel what happens to, or in it, although not to the point that it hurts her. And it's how she can provide us with whatever we ask for - like my guitar."