Castor listens to her explanation with raised eyebrows and an increasingly dubious expression. It's not that he doesn't believe any of this, it's all just so... foreign. He appreciates her colorful slang as much as anything, which gives the whole story a realistic flair he ordinarily wouldn't expect from something involving vampires.

"Damn," he says helpfully, once she's finished. "Yeah, I kinda know what you mean." It's not like anyone's tried to recruit him for anything like that, but there sure are a lot of dark-tier organizations out there, and a lot of people who'd hire magic-users for just about anything. Some of the jobs he's even taken.

"Baker does sound a lot better than merc-work," he says, settling back a bit and stroking Persis' fur idly. She seems a little bewildered by this at first, but doesn't really object. It's kind of nice. "I wish I ever had claim to a steady job. Or, like, a talent."

"Other than free manipulation of garbage," says Persis airily.

"Mmhm."