*nods briefly, taking the card and tucking it into his book in lieu of the napkin-strip he was using as a bookmark* Thanks for the offer, anyway.
*pauses at the unexpected question* *was sort of assuming you'd make a quick exit now that your offer's on the table* *not that he wants you to, particularly, but isn't that how these business-y chats go?*
*recovers quickly* Oh, I work at the House of the Fountain. Just one of my Lord's lackeys. *smiling despite himself* Lots of paperwork and minding the kids, basically.