He might have taken a moment to weigh up whether she was speaking sincerely about that or rather if her words were just a clever evasion of an honest answer - but Evander found himself summarily distracted from anything she was saying by her placement of a hand upon his. Instinct might have made him flinch in surprise, but he caught himself before he could and merely let his finger shift nearer to hers to assure her he forgave her, offering the lightest of presses to suggest that she had done nothing unwelcome.
The pitch of nerves somewhere in his stomach was rather unwelcome, but fortunately it was fleeting, and she had asked another question, unnaturally intent in her interest. Why she made him want to talk so freely he could not say, but he did not waste as much time as he might to prepare his answers, and just spilled into some sort of explanation. “Oh, I should not say I always expected to be there - I started out in the Department of Transportation, in fact, with the Floo Network - but from there I found my interests to lie in law enforcement. And of course there is a great deal more to the law than tracking down dark wizards, talented as Aurors are...” He did not want to begrudge Aurors their due recognition; but that office was not one he had ever dreamed of. Nor had he ever, for a single second, considered undertaking all kinds of foolish ventures in the footsteps of his father or brother.
“I am sure I too may have had aspirations of some higher role when I was younger,” he admitted with a short shrug - the Minister had perhaps been the only job he’d truly heard of at school, and the thought of telling people what to do had had its wild appeals to him as a boy - but once he had grown up Evander had been nothing if not measured in his expectations, and family and duty had always had to come before the job when tragedy struck. “But I have found myself quite content where I am, and thus have very little to complain about.” It was a secure position, and one that remained rewarding. The value of such a career was that he would have been well-enough established to take a wife years ago... though perhaps that he hadn’t as yet counted as a blemish on it. (Though it was not a question he could ask her directly, naturally, he did wonder whether Miss Delaney had higher aspirations still - or what sort of aspirations she had at all.) “Except that I fear I am talking rather too much again.” He added, biting his lip as he looked at her.
The pitch of nerves somewhere in his stomach was rather unwelcome, but fortunately it was fleeting, and she had asked another question, unnaturally intent in her interest. Why she made him want to talk so freely he could not say, but he did not waste as much time as he might to prepare his answers, and just spilled into some sort of explanation. “Oh, I should not say I always expected to be there - I started out in the Department of Transportation, in fact, with the Floo Network - but from there I found my interests to lie in law enforcement. And of course there is a great deal more to the law than tracking down dark wizards, talented as Aurors are...” He did not want to begrudge Aurors their due recognition; but that office was not one he had ever dreamed of. Nor had he ever, for a single second, considered undertaking all kinds of foolish ventures in the footsteps of his father or brother.
“I am sure I too may have had aspirations of some higher role when I was younger,” he admitted with a short shrug - the Minister had perhaps been the only job he’d truly heard of at school, and the thought of telling people what to do had had its wild appeals to him as a boy - but once he had grown up Evander had been nothing if not measured in his expectations, and family and duty had always had to come before the job when tragedy struck. “But I have found myself quite content where I am, and thus have very little to complain about.” It was a secure position, and one that remained rewarding. The value of such a career was that he would have been well-enough established to take a wife years ago... though perhaps that he hadn’t as yet counted as a blemish on it. (Though it was not a question he could ask her directly, naturally, he did wonder whether Miss Delaney had higher aspirations still - or what sort of aspirations she had at all.) “Except that I fear I am talking rather too much again.” He added, biting his lip as he looked at her.
