4chan noticed the little smirk. He was good at identifying amusement, and that was definitely the beginnings of it. He smiled back, took another bite of pastry, and made a display of licking the maple frosting from his fingers. Other immortals always fascinated him in a way, and this one wasn't threatening to kick him or eviscerate him all over the table, so he figured he was doing an okay job. He found it interesting, how old some of them were. Some of them had been around since the beginning of time! It was all very fun.
But still, the little website was all of nine years old. He didn't know how to compose himself, but he'd certainly try to push his limits. New people were fun.
"Hi, I'm mootles." he smirked. "Want me to gag on your creamstick?"