As she told him the reasoning behind the numbering of her date, he nodded slightly. Opening and reaching in to the can of coffee beans near by, he ground them up by hand over the filtered tray. There was only a soft grinding sound emanated from him as he did.
His head turned back toward her with a somber smile on it. Johnn could almost feel the venom coming from her voice when she spoke of it. Hatred was a very powerful emotion.
"This Mr. Slayer sounds like a real piece of work." After he was done, he put the pot on and let it do its work. Turning again, he made his way back to her, sitting on the couch across from her. Frederick joining him on the arm of the chair.
"What caused you to miss those fifty years? If you do not mind me asking." His smile widened a little bit, showing more of the green light within him mouth. He was curious about it, she was definitely from another universe, one had never been to, so his curiosity was peaked.