Darius tilted his head curiously though it couldn't be seen by Chéri. "Why what?" He asked as it could have referred to many things in his statement.

With slight smile, he looked ahead at the canvas as he tried to paint. "Well.. i think with your voice. Maybe you sing? Did you mention being able to play an instrument? I can't remember? Or able to cook like a chef? Those are all good skills..." he guessed as he kept his ideas innocent.

He frowned as the other tried to guess and his hand drooped. "I ..guess. I am afraid. I fear failure. Abandonment. Resentment from her or the kids or myself if I find I am not cut out what's wanted from me. I never knew what I wanted in life Chéri. I ... don't know what I could be good at. I'm not good with people, I know. That's why I'm here. And I'm good at this. Maybe not great yet...but I'm good. So that's why I do this." He sounded immediately depressed at the topic.