Again, her laughter both captivated him and jarred his memory, though how it would be memory was completely beyond Victor's comprehension. He knew he had never actually met her, never spoken with her or any such thing; and yet, here were those feelings of familiarity, the sorts of funny feelings he could not explain, or even begin to try to, for that matter.
"Ten years?" he was skeptical, clearly. It went back to the age question; quite simply, he was unprepared to believe that she was anywhere near old woman status, as she'd self-described. But -- at the same time -- the was a hint of something else in his voice, a sort of well, then we should change that just implied.
As talk turned to the Acropolis, he sighed. "The Acropolis is gorgeous. I can really feel -- I don't know, some sort of historical connection with this place there. It's like the place takes you back to a time long ago, or something like that," he said.
Her impish look, he was quite certain, was going to drive him mad. It was just so... stunning. It fit her features beautifully. "Touché," he said, nodding, smirking slightly. "Would you like another beer?" he inquired.