"Amateur musician," he corrects softly, trying his best to force a little smile and inject some humor into his voice. Jeff's music career, such as it is (or, rather, isn't), may be something of a very sore subject, even after all these years.

Jeff takes the awkward save at face value, at least. He's got no reason to suspect he doesn't fit some kind of mold for magicians; back home, he's considered so painfully obvious as a bard that he might as well be a total fucking stereotype.

"I wouldn't call it a trade. Where I'm from, I mean, it's more like... It's just who you are. One of many pieces that make up the whole person, you know?" White. Male. Bisexual. Gifted.

Jeff huffs, with just a little bit of disappointment.

"So much for that theory. I'm no good at this detective shit!"