Charm? Nah. Mircea was well aware he was probably the least charming vampire in the long storied history of vampires. He'd made his peace with it. Probably had something to do with having been a peasant first and never really having any use for charm at any point of his short pre-undead life. He let out a short bark of a laugh and nodded. "Yeah, that's what I'm known for. My charm." His head cocked to the side, watching her iris morph like a kaleidoscope. "That's a neat trick, do you do parties?"
"I'll make sure to sign a copy for you," he agreed, playing along with the charade, though he had no intention of ever writing a book. But boy could he. A hundred times over. "Dylan?" He asked, easing himself down to the ground to sit, seeing as he had nothing better to do, and she didn't seem in any kind of a hurry. "The times are a-changin', alright. But what I don't think our good friend Bob realized is that that's not a new phenomenon. Times are always a-changin'. They should be. It's when they're not that you've got something to worry about, yanno?"