"Sounds like the worst form of dating. Finding out the worst of someone before you ever meet them," Ganymede chuckles, drinking his whiskey and leaning against the bar. "So you're a profiler, then?" he asks, at least passing familiar with the term, if not the finer points of the occupation.

Reading people is what he does as well, after all. Though he's not quite as specialized at it as Malcolm, he imagines. Still, his long life has given him enough practice that he's better than average.