Gus raises an eyebrow at the phrase resident artist, not to mention the possessive - wondering what exactly the implication is. It reminds Gus a little of the way he thought of Gale, his "resident chemist." This might be someone under his care, in his employ, or it might be a lover.

He passes this curiosity by, however. To pry would feel childish, at this stage. "I'm afraid that's not very interesting," he says instead. "I work, mostly. A business man." He allows himself an almost apologetic smile. "Everything the cliche implies."