[ There's the briefest flash of an expression. A narrowing of his eye, a twitch of his lip peeling back. Oh, he knows the type. Very, very well.

He'd almost had his soul stolen by one, before. Though he doubted these types were demons vying for their employer's souls. ]

Ah, one takes on a new life of demeaning servitude and security to retire. [ He covers it up with his usual lazy derision. ] Yet the employers continue to live their lives of luxury at the cost of them.

[ Does he EVER STOP? (no) ]