Juniper laughed. "See, the eye-teeth aren't always a solid indicator," she warned. "This bloke I'm seeing, Edward? He has teeth just like you or I. They look perfectly normal," she shrugged.
"Yes," Juniper allowed. "But still, you look far too young to have been born in - at the very earliest, what with military age limits - 1900, have fought in the first World War, and in the second. Even that would make you forty-something, and you don't look forty-something," she laughed. "So why don't you just spill, Captain Jack?" Juniper begged, looking up at him with big eyes. She was fascinated by him, after all.