He let slide the comment about time passing. There was no reason to get into how time itself might be frozen or completely withdrawn from. It was almost cute, this habit of human ego which made (especially) the males engage in pissing contests.
Jonesy perused the younger man with an ironic glint in his eyes and he pretended to speak very, very seriously. "Your accent places you in the south of the U.S. Definitely not Florida and there's not enough red Georgia clay in you... you'd fit well with the fox-hunt set, I think. Virginia and... you are a vampire. As far as vampires go, I have an idea you've not lived altogether that long either."