Zeris looks at her. Walk over to her. "No. Your supposed to do exactly what your doing. I admire you. I couldn't do that job. I'd need to spice it up somehow. Some way. After all...whats life without a bit of...pizazz?" he asks. A devil may care grin on his face. Til she spoke about her family. "That is a low blow from the popo." he says. Growling. "Idiots think they can do anything they want due to money and power." he says. His eyes flashed a crimson shade for a very quick split second. He looks at her after calming.<br/><br/>"No. You need that money. And I'm going to make sure rich prick upstairs has only enough food that he needs. The rest I'm taking to that very poor orphanage nearby." he says simply. Smiling impishly. And then blushes. Actually blushes. He calms and his eyes sparkle. "You really think that??? I hope so. I work hard on my creative wearable arts. Its the only thing that makes me happy. Can't find a chick into a dude from the streets. Expecially a man who designs clothing...and isn't a bit fruity in one way or another. Fruity don't always mean gay though." he sighs a bit. Eating an apple and shoots plus scores the core into the trash can.