"Business isn't exactly my thing," Emerson replied, pursing his lips as he stifled a yawn. "You know. Responsibility and all that shit, but I am known for making daylight rings for vampires who bring me a good cheeseteak. Other than that?" He shrugged. "I play guitar at little joints like this every once and while."
Emerson shifted his gaze to the other witch, curious to a degree which was about as much as he could muster most days. "How bout you? You got any kind of fascinating story?"