Thomas's eyes glint a little as he nods slowly, taking in the goal.
"That sounds like something that I might accomplish. Quieter than I'm used to, but I don't mind things going a little quiet. And you've got a clear goal in mind." He laughs.
"A friend I used to have...she would approve. Turned parts of an estate into a convalescent home for soldiers not ready to go home, but ready to leave the army hospital. I feel like you'd have done the same. And that's...I can reasonably be of use there. I'm used to managing a staff. Valets, hallboys, footmen...but I've been an orderly, and field medic and started as a footman myself and I'm willing to try near anything. Worked a little on the black market a brief while but that didn't take."
And he eyedarts just a bit.
"I'm also told I'm good at cricket. If that matters at all."