[i]What do I do for fun?[/i]

The question echoed about Alason's mind for a moment, his brain voided of any other thoughts for a time. It wasn't something he considered often, and it wasn't something that he [b]wanted[/b] to consider. His life was rather cyclical, comfortable: get up, groom, work, go home, read, perhaps watch a film, drink on Fridays, family on Sundays, coven meetings every third Saturday...

"That's a good question," was all he could manage to eke out to fill the silence.

Facial features compressed into a contemplative series of horizontal lines, Alason searched his life for the place where he felt happiest. It wasn't with the coven, they were far too bureaucratic for his taste, favoring what he perceived as antiquated rites and ceremonies over actually dealing with the modern issues which faced it. It wasn't with the family either, he often felt that it was most often a heap of pleasantries used to cover the underlying tension between each of its members. As he considered his weekly trips to a city pub with his small circle of friends, for a moment he thought that he'd found the answer to Anwen's question. But then, it was more of a standard social act to blend him better among the people of the town. Well, that, and that nobody likes to drink alone, and he certainly liked to drink. Movies and books did little for him but pass the time and teach him things, so that left only two options. Either Alason did nothing for fun, or—

"I like to work. It feels good to accomplish things, to know that I'm properly doing my part and helping the ends that I believe in." [i]Sometimes, those ends are only my own profit, but that's beside the point.[/i] "That, and I guess the big thing is that work makes me feel smart. I'm an attorney, I professionally outwit people, and while I do cheat a bit at it, it's a good feeling for my depraved, egotistical soul."

Alason shook his head as he returned to reality. Straightening his suit, fixing his hair, and sitting fully upright, he made a professional eye contact with Anwen.

"A silly question, don't you think? I suppose you just [color=39b54a]frolick about the woods, stroll about feeling generally pleasant, look at your coins[/color] and such. Sorry," he seemingly batted at an invisible fly in front of him in an obscure gesticulation of apology, "just peering into your mind. Right rude of me."