Ganymede lifts a brow at that and smiles, amused.

"Could you profile me like that?" he asks, shifting his weight to lean against the bar as he watches Malcolm. He's the very picture of at-ease-at-work like this, sleeves rolled up though it does expose the odd scars slanting up one forearm, plainly both very old and very deep from their appearance. "But you probably have people asking you that all the time."