“What else would you call me?” He questioned, sliding onto the stool in a smooth manner. Mr. Mikaelson seemed a bit formal, even for him.
“And I should insist on buying you the drink, but I’ll settle for some light conversation instead. What is it that you do for work? It must be rather stressful if it’s driven you to drink.” As he could well attest. Being a hedge fund manager brought with it a whole host of stress-related health issues. Or it would have had Elijah still been human.