The heart seemed like it was a little bit much--or it would coming from someone else--but he was starting to suspect that was just kind of how she was. One of those things that he was going to have to adapt to if they were going to be pals, and as grouchy as Mircea was--self-admittedly, even--he was quite good at adapting, at least. "That's a thing?" He asked without attempting to hide the surprise. Food he ate because he liked the taste and the blood he was required to drink for sustenance were a thing he tended to keep separate--didn't even know they could be combined unless he was eating a very rare steak. Color him intrigued. "That honestly sounds delightful."
Mircea nodded. "A little of both maybe," he agreed. Though less of the latter and much more of the former. It wasn't as if it was the most lucrative business he'd ever run, but it did alright. "I suppose I could just hole up in my house with my own library, but I do sort of enjoy helping people find the right book." Kind of silly, really. He'd never thought of it that way, but it was why he'd opened up the place. Also the record store before it.
"I've seen a lot of things," he said with a shrug. That was really the long and short of it. "Not that I regret it, but you know. It takes a toll after a while." And that definitely explained how she could be so old and not be that way. She was from some place totally untouched by humanity and non-Fae creatures. A haven, like this but much more specialized. No wonder. "Hopefully it stays that way," he said with a sad smile. "Not everyone's home gets to go unmolested forever."