It's not so much that, [ hedging now, because the last thing he wants is to give the impression that he's complaining about a great opportunity. He'd lingered, after all, after his run with Gabriel was done; had elected to join some of the people and get to know them -- because it made sense. He was a Sin-Eater whose sum total of experience with his abilities hadn't even started the moment he stepped into Falner, but much, much later, after Hikaru, of all people, had given him the nudge that maybe you could use your Boneyard.

He'd done a lot of reading and studying, but not the whole lot of application until that day at the Regardi estate when he'd been told, point-blank, by his current mentor that you know how -- you just don't want to do it.

And Gabriel had been right. ]

I'm just not used to so much attention. [ He leans against the bar, finishes the rest of his drink and sets the glass aside. And then amends that statement. ] At least not where it concerns... [ he gestures awkwardly to the full length of him: head, shoulders, feet.

He looks over and keeps talking: ] I was a quarterback but I had my eye on going pro. Figured it was... oh, I dunno... trips to other states to compete by getting the better of the opposite team.

[ A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and he sends Rethe a look. ] Corporate was hardly going to factor in there, unless it was signing contracts and switching teams and dealing with managers.