"You captured my attention," Deirdre says simply, with just a lil' shrug. "More to the point, I see potential, Mister Jeff. I am no artist myself, but I do understand that art is work, and work requires discipline. As I reach out my hand to you new arrivals, and seek out ways to assist actively, I feel...out to sea, unsure of where or how to start. This offer is...familiar territory, and!" She raises a finger. Gestures around to the papers piled everywhere. "It's hardly as if I'll not benefit. Once you are trained, having a maid again will help keep me organized, and with the power of that organization I may just find enough hours in the day to meet others."

Back to her fingers under her chin. Deirdre leans forward, her food completely ignored as it has been this entire time, not that she doesn't seem...hungry. "You can be certain of two days a week and festivals off, my support in the event of your injury or other troubles, and that I'll not have any complaints should you bring lovers to your room...off work hours, of course." That sharp grin just keeps on, doesn't it? "After the paperwork is organized. These documents are sensitive to my business."

Hey Jeff quick question was that the sound of a shoe hitting the floor from a short distance or nah?