"Three jobs," he answers simply. "I don't really have time for hobbies." He doesn't mind, either--it's better to keep busy, and all said jobs are what he loves to do. He works like a dog and his leg acts up occasionally, but it's pretty ideal considering I where he's come from.

"I suppose if I admit I like rum far too much you'll label me a troublesome alcoholic?" He winks at that, unable to help himself, smirking.