He flagged the bartender down and ordered a pint of ale before he responded: "I can't complain. Work's fine and Lille's doing well -- I can't ask for more than that." There was the matter of his father, of course, and his rather embarrassingly barren personal life, but Lille and his job were the two things Zacheus orbited around. When the bartender returned with his drink, he took a long swig before continuing. "What about you? Things have been good, I hope?"