"I should explain, I'm from the year 1872. I don't know who Monty Python is, or the sketch with the parrot." Though he had an idea of what a vampire was. He'd heard things, read things in journals. Even if he didn't know exactly why bars should be separating them. He'd take her word on it.
"Don't sweat it. I was just making sure you didn't think I needed you to apologize. I don't think anyone would confuse me with a Dandy." He began moving around the cell, wrapping his fingers around the top of the table he gave a hard yank. It didn't give way, but it moved. That was definitely a good sign.