"Ah, me too, 1939 before hightailing it off to Firenze-" he told her, and then realised what he'd said. Fuck! This wasn't the island, people weren't used to that sort of- he laughed, shrugging it off. Maybe she hadn't noticed?
And as for her gender... he hadn't exactly guessed, but considering the sudden attraction, he'd probably have been more surprised with himself if she were of the opposite sex. And no, he definitely wouldn't care. Impressed, more like. The sheer boldness of it all.
"Oh, yes. Paint, more, but it's a bit much to cart a bunch of oils around everywhere," he commented.