A book keeper, then. That explained the distinctly bureaucratic air he detected in the man. Petty though it it is, it makes not judging him prematurely extremely difficult. For all Enjolras knows, however, the man is entirely proficient at his job, and so he reminds himself of that.

"I rode horses on my family's estate, primarily. And read, when the weather was not so good." He offers a very slight, but mischievous smile before explaining more fully. "That is to say, I was raised in Bordeaux, but I left when I was a very young man. I studied law in Paris. That is my technical profession." Which isn't to say that he's ever practiced.

"What sorts of budgets do you generally oversee?" If he's to be honest, Enjolras' mind immediately jumps to those of starvation rations and other unpleasantries, but he tries to keep that from reading too obviously on his face.