Galen couldn't not smile at her inquiry about his career. 'Let's see... I spend the first 15 years of my life as a street child a la Hugo's Les Miserables, the next 15 as a low-profile gangster, and the last 40 as a vampire soldier fighting werewolves and rogue vampires. What does that make me?'<br/><br/>"I'm into human relations," he said, trying to suppress that smile. "Currently assigned on a project for a small European company with interests in Chicago." Close enough. Always keep close to the truth when you're lying. Most people aren't good liars and slip sooner or later. But if your lie is close to the truth, you can always have a chance to work your way around the slip.<br/><br/>"So yeah," he continued. "Suits and a decent car are a part of my image. My public face, if you prefer. I do sleep in my underwear, you know. And I tend to put jeans on when I do handwork."<br/><br/>The coldness of his hand didn't seem to bother Blaire too much. That was a good sign - some people were able to digest the existence of supernatural beings easier than others. She was scoring pretty high on pet suitability so far.<br/><br/>"What about you? What's your career?" He eyed her with a faint smile. "You're not into modeling, are you? You look the model type to me."