"Then you have never met a true idealist of a man." His retort to Ally was simple and polite, though also was it direct. He nodded towards her and said no more, as she seemed to be otherwise engaged for the morn,  and as such Johus would return his attentions to the woman seated near to him, now enjoying the tempting delight in a most appealing way. He smiled as she savored, watching her whole face melt for a few moments before she returned to the present time.  He seemed to enjoy the silvery sound as it faded into the distance, the subtle motion within the air delightful even in its passing. He took another sip from his drink as he watched the shop come to life around them, out of place in such a world, the dark hues of his clothing and eyes suggested something sinister. He did not act as he appeared though, continuing to enjoy himself as would any other customer.<br/><br/>"Nothing in particular, save traveling for travels' sake. I am one of the fortunate few bohemians in the world, and I take my job of the easy life quite serious, you ought to know. It is difficult, always being at ease, never falling victim to stress or worry, but still I prefer it, given the alternative choice."<br/><br/>He responded with a grin and a wink as well, a most human gesture from a most inhuman looking man. He chuckled as well and seemed to recall some wild misadventure, his lips parting to reveal a perfect row of teeth before he shook his head and dismissed the thought, however pleasant it might have been.<br/><br/>"You could say I do many things, and like all artists I hate to be defined by my work, nor do I wish the label that seems to imply so much more then mere profession. Artists are regarded in some places as scoundrels, and in others as gifts from the Gods. In fact, as man climbs ever higher upon the rungs of the ladder of civilization, his disdain for the creative, for the artist, seems to increase in direct proportion. I theorize as man turns his back on his roots, on his true origins, he no longer wishes to view the works that spring from that source, as do nearly all artistic endeavors.  They deny the artist and the art, so they are not made to remember that man is what he is, and cannot escape that. They embrace the lie and burn the truth... so do forgive me if I hesitate to commit to such a profession, but it is a part of why I came, and what I seek at this moment."<br/><br/>he smiled again and sipped his tea, though now it was nearly gone. He placed it back upon the saucer and slid it away from himself just enough so he would not be tempted to drink from it out of habit or lack of thought.