Watching the processing on the Maven's face, the Morbid Socialite gave an understanding smile. "Mortician. Or I was. With nobody dying permanently in the Neath, I've had to find other sources of income, but I have a doctorate in mortuary practices."

The Socialite looked down at the calling card and took it gratefully, passing along his own card between two fingers. "Call at any hour, I should be awake. I would appreciate the company, though I do warn that I am a husband twice over and my spouses tend to value sleep when they can get it."

(OOC: Thank you for reminding me! I finally got around to learning the HTML code to link things and just updated the post! I'm not on FL much, I'm afraid, but I'm always happy for the company!)