"Any world where no one wants to shoot at me would be my choice. But jobs, that's where I get stuck," Romeo admitted.

"I need to talk to Yurika. If she would let me I would follow her home, and ..." he frowned. "Work in a shop? Teach? I wasn't raised to earn money, I've no idea how to do that." Though he had the arrogance of the rich that said, somehow, he always would.

"Of course, if she could get out of her job that's another equation, but I've little hope of that one."