He titled his head and thought a moment. "No, I meant centuries. I'm quite old." He had no qualms about his identity either when it came to it. He wasn't as hush, hush as some of the other immortals. It was probably why he'd been threatened to be sent to an asylum a time or two.
His mouth opened up in a gasp as she spoke of her mother. "Aurelia!" She was such a saucy and learned woman. That was until she thought he was crazed. That ended before he wanted it to. He put his hands over his mouth as the dots started to connect. "She's your mother." Had that wonderful creature scorned him and been pregnant? Was this his prodigy?