The man already knew his profession so Endy didn't see any reason to be coy now. "Sex, for one. Silk, jewels - sometimes I get them as gifts from my clients, so to speak which is always nice." He had a wealthy mans taste but had been born poor. But he had ambitions to someday find himself a benefactor of sorts like his friend Flo had done. For now, however, he was as poor as church mouse and was technically homeless. Ah, well. He was still good with life for the most part.