Christ, it was like talking to his mother. Archer sipped his coffee, looking down with a mild expression of irritation flickering across his face. Truthfully, there was a woman. But he wasn't sure if there was. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. Maybe she was just the ghost of a woman, something that might be but couldn't be. Just thinking about it now made his head hurt.
He didn't even question his "don't take that the wrong way" comment, because he wasn't sure what other way there was to take it. Objectively, he had facial features that were vaguely attractive by the standards of society. However, his body left much to be desired. It didn't bother him very much, though.
"I enjoy my work," he said simply. "Don't you?" He raised a brow. His gaze dropped to Samuel's left hand, and he noticed the lack of a wedding band. "Though I suppose that you are better at balancing it with women than I. Is there one for you, then?"