Callum worried his bottom lip with his teeth, blue eyes doing their best to stay with Kennet, and not awkwardly looking away or elsewhere. But the awkwardness and uncomfortableness would be plain as day for the djinn to see. And when a Callum first joined the circus, he had just wanted help. He had found the circus by accident, and he’d been taken in by its magic, and had hoped they would be able to help him. You know, like they had obviously helped the mermaids he’d seen in the tanks, and the other beasts that were featured and working there. It wasn’t that he was ungrateful or anything like that, but he was still seeking help from the djinn.
He nodded hesitantly, “aye, I know. I like my job, sir. It’s not that. I just wish to be able to spend time with my wife..” and as far as them not notifying the circus about getting married, wel, it was somewhat on a whim that they married anyway! It all happened so fast. And they had wanted to keep it private between them.
Callum cleared his throat and managed to drag his gaze away to look down again, “well... yes. I play guitar. And base. A little piano, but not a lot? I can draw and paint,” he looked back up at Kennet, “I think I could still make funnel cakes.. but.. other that that, I don’t have any special skills or training... ‘s’why I was hoping you could help me?”