Donald took some time to consider his next words. For some reason, it was as if things were feeling orchestrated from beyond the grave, though he was not one to put stock much into that seance nonsense... imagine. He was above all else a philanthropist, and this couple, though not wanting much for money at the moment... conveniently ensconced in a modest but comfortable house for folks as young as they looked. He had a thing or two to say about what he thought might be going on. He looked around and saw many things they should not already have unless the young man was made of money. Was he?

He considered keeping a close eye on the lad, but how? The old man was wise enough not to voice his suspicions that something more was going on than met the eye. Considering the circumstances of how he lost his second wife, he had a hard time completely putting stock into some stories. Even Sam was probably smart enough to know that Donald had a very keen bullshit detector, especially if one could see the way he seemed to watch.

"I happen to know of a few people who are looking for people, including myself. I think that might give you some options." He paused. Now, he wasn't lying when he said he was looking for folks. He did, after all, have some idea of what he wanted to accomplish in his own life. "But I have conditions if you come to work for me."

He was not sure how to word it, he didn't want to know anything about how they were able to get such a place as where they were. Frankly, it wasn't his business. He would offer a chance anyway. "I don't want to know what isn't my place to know, but I would ask that you don't do whatever wrongs you might have done. I've had enough of untrustworthy individuals. I'm going to be honest and say that I would never just make such an offer to anyone. I will only speak further if you agree to those terms."