"What is a kept man?" Declan asked, craning his neck to look over his shoulder, unwilling to move Ren from his lap. It seemed rude to do so when the little thing seemed so content with his spot.

"I didn't say you couldn't work, only that you don't have to. I make so much money I don't know what to do with it. Mostly I just buy more gear or weapons, try them out and eventually toss them because they're not as good as my old stuff, anyways. Spending it on useful things for someone that needs it is a lot less wasteful, I think," the Guardian reasoned, shrugging slightly and turning back to face the quiet TV and blank wall spaces again. For how little TV he watched he would have been better served turning the couch to face the windows. He preferred watching outside anyways...maybe he would, later. But what if Aoba preferred TV? White brows furrowed along with his private thoughts, the Titan puzzling over sudden interest in his own environment that hadn't mattered at all before.

"Just let me know what you'd like to do and I'll talk to someone. Commander Zavala might know someone. Or Cayde or Miss Ikora."