He laughs a little, and shrugs loosely - because she's right, of course. "Blame my step-father for that," he explains. "He decided I should come work for him after high school - that's how it all started. Now it's just…a habit, I suppose. It does serve to pay rent and keep me fed, though," he admits. "Demon-hunting isn't exactly a lucrative business, after all."

Or, not since he started doing it for the Spirit World, at least - if he were still freelancing, or working for the Demon World side of the border patrol, he'd likely be allowed some looting on the side.

"And no matter how often I try to retire from that particular position, it never seems to take," he says wryly, but then shrugs again.

"Still, I suppose one never knows when the balance of power in the Makai is going to shift, and the next ruler might not be quite so concerned with demon-human relations. And, technically," he says, with an almost sheepish grin, "I think I'm still on parole."