It's time consuming to me and my- clients.

[In his house, at his personal desk, he twists a pen in his hand.]

Anyway, no, I don't. It's the other way around. The dead talk to me. Which is a really simple fucking way to put it, since usually it isn't a nice pleasant little chat. More like possession, bodily manifestations, messages scrawled on my walls in blood because I'm not listening, my things smashed and ruined...