Darc grasped his cocoa chino in his left hand, taking a long sip of it before responding. Sweet drinks weren't very common amongst the Deimos (or sweet anything for that matter); as sensitive as he was to the sensation, he found the cocoa chinos were pleasant without overdoing it. "It was something about your job - you want to give it up."

For a moment he paused, feeling the heat from the mug against his palm. "Do you still want to?"