Ilya nodded. "I do. Here, in fact," he gestured back at the MGM. "I cook, I make coffees, I sing Elvis songs." He shrugged, dropping that last one kind of casually. He wasn't ashamed of being an Elvis Impersonator, but he hated the clothes he had to wear. The King might have been a legend, but as far as Ilya was concerned, he was a fashion mistake.