Desmond gives him a look as if he's not actually sure whether he's being serious or not. "Bartending's ... kind of not usually thought as of a profession, Malik." His father had many, many things to say about it, not like that mattered. "I liked it though. I liked being around normal people talking about normal things." Even the weird things to them weren't weird to him. No talk of eons of hate and power, no teaching a child how to slice a throat.

He shrugs and waves a hand as if to wave the thought aside. "It's a nice idea, but I'm not sure. He's a great guy though. I mean, he's a real prick, but I hope he and the others are as smart as they always told me they were." Because it was up to them to stop Juno.