"When can I say", he mused, "wealth does not become me." At least, not in the traditional sense. For he did have a great number of artifacts from his past lives-mostly weaponry-that could potentially be quite valuable, were he to ever want to part with them. But as a man who was largely at odds with his fate and the circumstances of his continual death and rebirth, he tended to hold onto the things that he could.
"By that I mean that the museum has living arrangements, and in exchange for being a curator and bringing back artifacts from my misadventures, I am given lodging." It was not quite the thing a man would say to impress a girl, but then neither was the other part of his arrangement. Namely that he protected the museum as well in his costumed alias.
There was something about the way that Dinah moved that he was beginning to recognize. A definite fluidity to her every step. She might not have been a dancer, but she most certainly seemed to know something about balance and coordination.
"To further impress you I could detail what the place I am staying here looks like, but I well imagine I could spare you those awful details." He placed one hand over her own, and the other at the small of her back. "Do tell me something else about yourself."