Wow. That was the first time someone was actually interested in a story that Gideon had to speak of. Sera definitely seemed like good people, even if she had a shady past, or was known for strange behavior. Gideon didn't care, nor did he have room to judge for that matter.
After all, he was an assassin; A blade for hire, that would kill anyone if you were talking the right price to him.
Money talked a lot in this day and age, and Gideon did like how it talked. But he had to be careful, for he know Greed was something that was hard to let go of, once one found themselves giving into the the temptations, and the signs that it seemed to give off.
Sometimes Gideon had this idea that Greed was a living thing; A spirit that just so happened to come around and prey on you, if you let your guard down for even a second.
But Gideon quickly rid himself of that "Lost in Thought" look that he was now becoming know for.
For someone as old as he, it would seem reminiscing or just think a lot was a commonplace thing.

As Gideon finished his words, and seeing Sera's facial expression and eyes seem to light up, and eyebrows moving every so often, were nice things to see; It meant that they were most definitely paying attention to what you were saying, and they cared in some fashion.
And then the question he knew was coming. The one he saw miles away;
"You've just been an assassin for hire for the last hundreds of years?"
Before Gideon answered, he carefully set the cargo he'd been carrying for awhile, after walking into her shop, down by the counter as Sera instructed. Curious he was, as to what she was planning for the contents of the box, but that wasn't his business. He was simply helping a (hopefully) new friend.
Afterall, Gideon needed them, and if he could keep a stable relationship, then things would be amazing from here on.
But Gideon didn't want to get lost in thought again, he had a question still waiting for the much deserved answer, and deserved it was.
"Yep. I've continued the family art for my whole life; Both Human and Fae parts. But when I wasn't really getting contracts from people, I had to find ways to supplement my lack of work.
I always was a worker, and I just wanted to do something.
So, sometimes I was a guard for merchant caravans, or for travellers that were wanting safe passage to other lands and kingdoms.
You should of seen me in the times of the Old Wild West; A male escort wasn't exactly fun. You won't believe how unsanitary people were... Not to mention perverted... I tried it only a few times, and instantly hated it, and myself.
But getting contracts to shoot someone with a good old lever action rifle... That was fun. But nothing beats the good old slashing and stabbing, of my trusty blade I've had with me since my first assassination."

Seeing as Sera proved herself to be someone Gideon could trust, thus far, he reached behind him, and revealed his most prized possession.
Not even gold or riches, even promises of royalty or nobility, could convince Gideon that his family heirloom; His precious dagger, was nothing more than a simple dagger.
No, there was love and passion put into this blades making, and there was also love behind this, when Gideon inherited it from his father, who received it from his late grandfather, and many other relatives down the line.
"Its name is Periplanómenos, which means "Wanderer" in Greek."
Gideon said with a proud smile on his face, and a matching glint in his eyes, as he held it out to Sera for her to see, and hold if she so pleased.
"You may hold it. I do not mind. And it was named that, because my late great great grandfather, said his father before him, would say the blade yearned to travel, and be put to use.
Said it had its own soul. I always chuckled at that, but sometimes I think those stories were true.
The blade does seem to love travel, and adventure. And of course being plunged into someone."
The Greek said with a loud, jovial chuckled, as he would stand still, waiting for Sera to examine the blade for herself.