[It would appear he hit the nail right on the head, going by her reaction— he'd picked that vibe up from her almost immediately upon her approaching his booth, and his smile softens a bit as he blunts his own edges to match the topic at hand, leaning forward against the table.]

That depends on the person. 'Fate' tells us what might be, but is not absolute, I'm afraid— what a simple, boring world it would be if it was.

[He steeples his fingers before folding them together, making a cradle for him to rest his chin on as he looks her over, studying her face with intent, purpose, the runes left in their current spread between his elbows.]

We always have a choice. Now, now, does this sound like you, sweetheart? Don't answer that— I already know.

[It's his job.]

The spirit of generosity and kindness are difficult to miss. You're a giver, aren't you?