"A very poor choice of employment," Jon replies, tone extremely dry. He's not going to out and out deny what he is--he's given up on that to some extent--but he's not going to elaborate unless pressed on it. "What is an angel of the Lord doing selling books."

A pause, then Jon scrunches up his nose. "Please don't tell me you're selling the 'good word' or something utterly trite like that."