Ah! Limbo. Well, that's not so bad. [ Somehow, that makes Jefferson feel better. Apparently, the shreds of decency in him were unsettled by the idea that a kid would be damned for all eternity. Who knew he had it in him?

He walks a few paces into his shop, then pauses in his steps. The boy wants to get right to work? Jefferson has no idea where to begin. He was hoping to stall as long as he could. ]

Whyyyy don't we start wiiithhh... [ As if drawing words out will help him out here. ] ...what you know already. What skills do you have?