Trying as hard as he could, he kept a calm demeanor about himself. His breaths were steady and his movements were measured. She really did cut to the chase, but she wanted to have a chat, and that's what he would do.
"I'm immortal. I'm as old as the Greek gods. My body isn't immortal. It will one day expire and I will have to move on to another younger body," he explained slowly, his fingers rubbing up and down her sides as he spoke. "It will be such a pity to lose this vessel, though. I quite enjoy being this tall and strong."