"Magic," he says whimsically, and kisses her forehead, and sits down to eat.

She laughs. "Oh, would that it existed."

"I've been a magician!" he says.

"I just bet you have!" she laughs. "I'll be polite and not ask you the tricks of your trade."

"Good for you," he giggles.

"Did you have any particularly interesting tricks, though?"

"Lots!" he says, nodding. "I was a stage pickpocket for a while - that was lots of fun. And when I quit that, I tried card tricks next. Came in handy for cheating at poker."

"Why would you need to cheat at poker when you could just steal large amounts of money from yourself?"

He shrugs. "I had to get the large amounts of money from somewhere, didn't I?"

"You've had all those careers. They didn't suffice?"

"I've had all those careers and... that was one of them?" he says, puzzled.

"There's playing poker professionally, but you said cheating."

"Yes...? I can tell that this is a problem, I just can't tell why," he says.

"Because it's unfair for people who agreed to stake their money only on a game with certain rules."

"Well, I guess I'm unfair, then," he says mildly.

"Ah."

He shrugs.

"Anything else I might find an unpleasant surprise? I violate the Prime Directive as my life's work, I don't care about legality per se - but if I didn't care about ethics I wouldn't be violating the Prime Directive as my life's work."

"I've also killed some people," he says. "Some of them might have deserved it. I don't know, I wasn't really thinking about it at the time."

"I would expect it would be - easier, yes."

"Please don't kill anyone else unless it's defensively necessary."

"...As opposed to what?" he says, blinking. "I wasn't doing it for kicks before."