Barty covered his pause by drinking his tea. "My name is Elias," he volunteered when he lowered his cup. "Elias Hedera. I don't really do anything at the moment. I inherited some money recently, and that is keeping me while I decide what to do next."
He lowered his eyes as he wondered just what he was going to do next. What could he do? He didn't think he had ever actually had a job. Could he do normal? Or would circumstances drive him back to the only thing he had known?
Swallowing his panic, he commented, "It's good that you like what you do. I have no idea what I could do."