"I ... I'd moved to New York by then," he says slowly. "Sort of. Half in New York and half at the Academy in the UK. I was ..." A long breath. "See, this is why I asked before about supernatural creatures. I was working with people who fight them."

As he talks, his gaze drops to his hands in his lap, but at the same time he becomes a little more animated. This is something he knows, an explanation he's given countless times, until it's grown smooth in his mouth.

"There's ... in that world there's something called a Vampire Slayer. There used to be only one in every generation, there's a lot of them now. She -- it's always a girl -- she's got superhuman strength, agility, perception, and she has all these things so she can slay vampires. And for centuries there was an organization called the Watchers' Council, who studied the lore and kept diaries of each Slayer's life, and assigned one Watcher to train and look after each Slayer. I ... I was working with the New Watchers' Council, at the Slayers' Academy. After all the potential Slayers got Called at once, and we needed to train as many as we could all togther."

A beat. "That was one of my jobs. That was the bigger one. The other one was ... a little group of supernatural troubleshooters in New York City. I was sort of support staff for them."