"Really? Neat. Good--I wouldn't want to meet one of my first new acquaintances in this place, and then completely freak her out." He scratched at his mop of hair theatrically and then went back to playing.
Above them, as the air dimmed, the bats were coming out for a hearty snack. They seemed particularly interested in the trees within about twenty feet of Jason.
He looked at her and shook his head. "Bah, you have the same complexion as half my countrywomen. English, Irish, Scots, Welsh--the whole area's full of people with pale, translucent skin.
"Actually, so is this place." He looked thoughtful for a moment, then shook it off and broke into "Scarborough Fair".
"Oh, it's lovely. There's a yard, which will definitely need at least two dogs." First priority in his head: not furniture. Puppehs!