Everyone seemed fascinated as to his next line of work. He found the unusual level of attention directed at him entertaining and — though he'd never say it out loud — more than a little flattering. "Well, it's been a longstanding wish of mine to be a fortuneteller. Y'know, just grab some cards from Hasbro and let people know how fucked up their lives will turn up. It's like being a doctor, minus the college debt," his eyes gleamed with amusement and his mouth twitched in a half smile.
"In all seriousness, I am ready to step up, Rick. It's not like I have anything superinteresting going on with my life as it stands. But, like I told Ava, I'm willing to do pretty much anything I can do..." his smile grew rigid and humorless, disfiguring into a grimace, "... which is mostly what I did Over There. So if you insist on giving me a fancy new title, I'll happily be your Paladin of Shadows, or your Ranger (though I don't doubt you've got a lot to teach me on that front, and I welcome that), heck, I'll even be your Ghul or the resident Autumn Fool. And I'll help the gals out as much as I can, too. What can I say? My daddy taught me right," he ended with a chuckle.
He was still in a good mood when he nodded to Mhairi's suggestion of a 'Contract party.' What, like a sleepover? he was tempted to say, but decided to restrain from that joke less it was misinterpreted in an unflattering light. "Hmm?" it took him a moment to realize Morgan was adressing him. "Bad ideas, huh? Well, aren't we supposed to be the resident experts on all things fae? I'm guessing it'd be reassuring if we could show it off. And I ain't talking about setting up a game show."