Danica loved her job and was proud of herself for it, for being able to hold down a job at all, let alone one where she got to help people and be there on one of the happiest days of their lives. She hadn't become a nurse-midwife, though she could have learned it all easily enough; it was the clinical work that made it not worth it to her. The screaming, puking, bleeding people in pain made her heartsick enough as it was, having to deal with them and touch them all day would likely have put her right back in the hospital herself.
"Knowing more about you would be good," she answered. "You know, what you do all day, if you have a job, if there are people in your life she'll have to deal with." Most of the information she had on him was from before he'd become a vampire; hell, most of it was from a decade or so ago, so she didn't have a lot to go on post-prison except what she'd seen when they'd shaken hands. "And how do you want and expect this whole arrangement to work?" If she was honest with herself, she wasn't even sure what her own expectations were, though she'd know a bad idea if she heard it.