Adam laughs, softly. "Anything I might've heard of?" He does like to read; when you needn't sleep there are so many hours in the day to fill.

He shifts forward slightly, one shoulder rolling in a half-hearted shrug. "If only I were so creative. Alas, no. I spent most of my life being a soldier of one stripe or another. But when medical technology caught up to me and made it harder and harder to hide what I was, I tried my hand at business." And here, he makes a face, because, if you can believe this: "While I was in Texas, I sold paper."