"Yeah..." The corner of his mouth quirks up in to a tiny, almost-awkward smile. "Still, figure it can't hurt. Pretty much need all the fuckin' help I can get, most of the time." Then again, knowing his luck, trying to use magic without actually possessing the required skill would likely piss off some unheard-of ancient god of magic, and then he'd really be done for.

Maybe instead of a spell, what he needs is a lucky's rabbit's foot. A real one.

He hesitates when answering her question- part of him doesn't even want to know how badly he's messed this one up, but ultimately he clears his throat and mumbles, "Blackhorse Road?"