"Well," Mircea blinked at her, because nope. "No, not in so many words. Not... Lately. No." Was that sincere? It seemed that way, but then again, he wasn't always the best at reading people. The smile seemed awfully friendly for someone he'd only just met, but it was 2018, so what did he know, anyway?
"Another tea date?" Was that what this was? He was under the impression he'd been kidnapped in his own store, but okay. And despite the fact that the tea was sort of working like a muscle relaxer at the moment, he wasn't planning on letting go of that little tidbit. Still, he supposed he wouldn't mind so much if it was planned ahead of time. "Alright, sure. Perhaps you'll call ahead next time? Or should I invade your place of employment instead?" This could have come out very snide, but there was actually a distinct hint of amusement to his tone, and perhaps even the trace of a smile if she was quick enough to see it.
Mircea nodded at that. "That's certainly true," he agreed. He wasn't terribly picky himself, but cities were almost always easier when you wanted to disappear for a while. To her question he shook his head, taking another sip of tea. "No, definitely not. I've liked a lot of places much more. London in the '70s, Moscow at the turn of the century. Paris--but not during the revolution. Uh. Boston in 1773." So many good places, really. "Romania's nice. Pre-Iron Curtain anyway. I haven't been back since. What about you?"