Zelos laughs at that, a full-on, obnoxiously loud cackle. Oh man. Anna's great, actually. And he's having waaaay too much fun with this discovery, now. "Ah. You don't have to worry about a thing, ma'am." He crosses his arms. "It ain't like I care, really."

He's still got an easy grin on his face when Anna next asks about his job choice, but it slowly turns mischievous and slightly acidic, eyes narrowing a little. Ah, well. She did say that she's been a nomad all this time, didn't she? If she's asking who Zelos is, she definitely didn't stick by Luca or Guadosalam long enough to hear. Actually, she doesn't even seem like the type to step foot in the latter unless she has to. In that case, it probably can't hurt to fill her in, right?

Might as well introduce himself properly, then. "I am the lucky son of Maester Mylene Wilder of Guadosalam, the Minister of Civil Affairs," Zelos says, offering a mock bow that's way too sloppy for such a high ranking priest. That makes him laugh again, shrugging as he raises. "And when you're born to a Maester, you're kind of guaranteed a spot in the clergy, y'know? It's such a drag."