[Molly laughs, himself, the sound loud and delighted enough to catch the attention of some of the other patrons who are probably wondering what he's been drinking.]

I am a conduit of the gods. [He gives another flourishing wave of his hands, sounding a little like he's reciting something in his drunken state.] They see into the hearts of those who come to me for their fortunes and I relay the information they present to me.

[This is blatantly not true and not even a good lie, but Molly never cares about being called out on his bullshit. It's fun bullshit. Calling it out just shows you're more interested in facts than the joy of the spectacle.]