"I'm sorry for that Isabelle. Had I may way, I'd have George here. He's...proof." he shrugged and poured her a glass. He offered it to her before leaning forward. "But there are beings out there that will hurt you. For no other reason then they can. I don't say this to frighten you. I say this to caution you. You opened a door. It works both ways."
"Describe him, maybe I do know him." He took his own glass and toyed with it. "But he's right. I was born in 1157, the third of six siblings and the third son. John was the fourth. Perhaps you know of me, as I was known as Richard the Lionheart." He paused to let her take that all in.