"I exist, I sign a few papers saying this sheep farmer can have this much extra land for twice the rent he's playing now. That sort of thing." he leaned back on the bench as well, his eyes on hers. "That is an awful way to make a living, isn't it? It is probably why there is so much wrong with the others of my social status. No real work."
"I do have my hobby though, perhaps the only thing that keeps me and my head together." He did not mind telling her, she did not seem the type to care. Well, she actually didn't seem the type to be completely normal. He did not mind that either, he completely agreed with Bacon. "I paint."