Her lips pursed into a smirk, and her eyebrow raised. Older than he looked, hm? Minerva loved mysteries, and leaned in closer.
"Discovered the fountain of youth, have you?" she whispered, then pulled back in a grin.
Minerva took a glass from the bar that a patron had left - now dirty and she put it with the others that needed cleaning. She saw that the bloke looked around as if he was seeing if others were listening.
What a strange thing to do.
When he spoke again, the colour drained out of Minerva's face - making her the pale vampire that she was, and her hand shook as it went to the scarf around her throat.
The Healers told her the marks of where she had been bitten would fade, but never disappear. Luckily for Minerva, the marks were plenty low enough on her neck - practically on her collar bone - and a jaunty, silk scarf hid them. When she got out of the hospital, she decided that scarves would be her new 'look'.
Minerva shook her initial shock off, and exhaled a unsure little chuckle. "Oh, that. Yes, I was pretty drunk that night wasn't I? I should apologise - I hope I didn't say anything too shocking," she said loftily.
"Serves me right for drinking too much tequila," Minerva further added, trying to play it off.