"They don't? Then again, I suppose most gentlemen dress differently elsewhere." His idea of the profession was admittedly a very Victorian one.

He frowned, realizing that the question he had asked was a little too personal for what was merely a working relationship. "So you've been left on your own," he rubbed the back of his neck. He knew all too well what that was like, being thrust into a strange world like that. "What would you like to research? Putting aside your Father's wishes."