" How were you as a youngster..." She asked. " Bad boy..." He replied promptly. " Really...?" Disbelieving , narrowing amber eyes on him, then adding "So..what are you doing in this profession...?" Observing him about to articulate a reply, with a staying hand she said, " Wait...let me guess.." Spearing him a rapier gaze, she hazarded, "Seeking absolution for past misdeeds...? a slim eyebrow arched in question. Giving her a measured look, a smile twitching his lips, he answered, "Maybe..."