"Aye, 400 years in one place can be enough to make anyone a bit batty. Perhaps why I never did stay in one place for too long." Duncan took a look around, not really sure what he was looking for. Maybe the fun in which Conor suggested. Unsurprisingly, he did not spot any fun.
His eyes moved back over to the fae as he mentioned a cat. Not long after the mention, the beast seemed to materialize out of thin air, as though it knew Conor had been looking for it. "No, sometimes it does na feel right to leave them where we find them, does it?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Duncan's gaze moved around once more. "America, I think right before it left the country. It looked... interesting..." That could be one word for it...