He silently thanked her for the compliment, a nod of his head knowing some people could simply tell with their eyes what one’s occupation was. “I’m a dancer, you were correct on the first one,” Toulouse confirmed, a smile on his lips. “And yourself?” He had to ask. Just glancing at her, he hadn’t any idea what it was she professed at.
"Ahhhh, so I did guess correctly~" He had the build for it too. It made her wonder how much faster his blood would pump toxins through his body... Her own lips curl into a friendly smile at his question, throwing one of her blond and black curls over her shoulder. "Ah, what am I? A toxicologist, my dear~ I catch the bad guys who are lacing people's food and drink with deadly toxins, as well as sorting the overdoses from the murders or accidents~ I know, not precisely a topic for decent conversation. Most people don't guess it because they think I'm a clean cut sort of gal, you know? I'm like apple pie. Most people don't think that I'm the catching criminals type." There is a bit of teasing in her tone, as she knew precisely the type of woman men pegged her for. Luckily she hadn't run across any of the bodies of her own victims, yet. She was always too careful, wore gloves, made sure to keep a sterile environment, leave no trace DNA behind. Almost like Dexter without the morals, you see.








