Ah, Asami had misconstrued his words. Amadeus had meant to lightly convey this: he had been raised and groomed to take over his family's business of wand-making and the like but during his seventh year, joining the quidditch team helped him to discover his true passion. Simply enough, upon telling his parents his change of plans, Deus had been cut off from familial funds that he had been free to use as he formerly liked. It had been reality slapping him in the face.

Alas, it wasn't prudent to tell his boss all this during his first few days of work. Maybe later... maybe after a while, but definitely not now. "Yes, most definitely. I never thought I'd grow to like the smell of owl feed or working with letters." Smiling softly as he skimmed through a letter or so, a chuckle escaped his lips when Asami spoke of Mangig; or Giggy, as she so tenderly called him. "True, true," He began as his chuckles died down, "Although, I do have quite a soft spot for Waful." Maybe because he was the most 'regal' and proper of all of the owls, if a bird could even be considered in such a menner. "Maybe I'll get used to... to Giggy once the bite on my forefinger heals." Glancing at his left hand instinctively, he saw the red mark, which provoked a not-so-amusing memory. Alas, dealing with bites were part of the job.