He laughed at her words, shook his head, nearly missed the shrewd look he was getting, but when he caught it, he couldn't help but wonder at it. Where had it come from? What was she thinking? But he didn't ask, simply grinned as he was helped to his feet.
'Old Timer'? It wasn't very often he was called such. After all, his mortal face looked somewhere on the cusp between the end of thirty and the beginning of forty. But as he looked at her young face, he imagined even being forty could earn him such a moniker, and he found it rather amusing.
"I'll accept the boon," He said with a nod, "And the little creature." He grinned at her, scooped up the kitten, and began walking toward Amsterdam. Breakfast munchies sounded very delicious indeed.