Francis shrugged then pointed at him. "Exactly, that's why I can get away so much. I'm not worth anyone's time as long as I don't do it in front of their faces." He smiled as if he'd cracked some code. "I will.." he didn't have paper but he could steal. If Aslan could translate his attempt at writing was another question altogether.

He laughed and waved him off. "I just like to tease you know. I sell my body. I don't want to be paid that way. " He listened and already started thinking about spending some nights at the graveyards or near any places with fancy art when he mentioned garden and the taller man perked up. "Oh? Tell me more...,"