That takes him by surprise. Kit pauses before taking another drag from his cigarette to look at Benedict with raised eyebrows. "I wouldn't have pegged you as an artist," he says, scrutinizes his cards, then looks at the young man again. "What kind of stuff do you paint?"

Like as all it'll all be the same shit to Kit, but there's a method to his particular brand of questioning, and so far, he feels like he's getting good results.