It could have been the alcohol that had her speaking freely. It could be any number of things. He let it just roll off her tongue. He wasn't going to stop it, he'd just use what pieces he could to build together who she was. It was starting to irritate him that he couldnt put his finger on it.
"Seem awfully young for a grown son." That meant at least one thing. She was immortal like himself. She couldn't be a day over 25. " he smiled waving to the bartender to bring him another bottle of beer. "And philly cheesesteak really is that good. It's a good thing you didnt pass it up. I would be upset to hear." She kept talking so he tried for a little deeper. Of she clipped his wings back now he'd just go for another round. "So, this son of yours what's he do that he can't go with his mother on a road trip?"