Uh. Hmm. He wasn't sure if that made him feel any better. "Ah, well. I guess I'll never know." He wasn't a mind reader after all. Honestly wouldn't like to be. Some lore insisted that there were Vamps that could do such a thing, but he wasn't particularly interested in hearing what other people thought.
Well, he supposed he'd walked right into that one, but honestly he loved cooking and eating, so while being forced into doing something he hadn't signed up for would usually make him grouchier, baking actually sounded rather nice. The thought of it pulled an actual grin out of him, teeth and all. He didn't even flinch when she reached for his hand and started writing on it. "Yeah, alright. I like crepes." That was an understatement. He loved crepes.
And there went that wide eyed blinking look again. He really wasn't sure how to react to that. "Uh... Books?" And food. And revolutions. But that seemed like a lot to unpack.
Not everywhere. Not nearly as many places as he'd like to go. Maybe someday if someone perfected teleportation. And really strong SPF. "Five hundred seventy," he replied, knowing that was respectable, but also having a feeling she was probably older. Especially after that respect your elders comment. "That sounds nice. It's all still there then? In one piece?" Because more often than not, with the truly old, that wasn't the case.