That was sort of an unusual response. People didn't usually like him more the better they got to know him, with a few exceptions here and there. This only confirmed his suspicions that she was weird. Which was fine. Weird was usually better than normal, anyway. He himself was clearly a weirdo in a lot of ways, and had come to terms with that. History was full of weirdos. He'd met a fair share of them. "Well, I like to eat, anyway." Not sure if that made him bold or not, though at this point there wasn't a lot he wouldn't try, food wise. It's not like it would kill him.
"Oh?" That was intriguing. "What was it?" He wasn't particularly good at choosing books for that sort of malady. Had never really put himself in the position where his heart could get broken, for obvious reasons, so didn't have a clue how to cure it. The most devastating loss of his life was that of his family, but that wasn't really the same thing, was it? Even if he was only human, he still would have lost his parents before him. Maybe a sibling here and there. It was the natural order of things. "I like to think of myself as a realist," he argued though without a lot of fight behind it. Tomato, to-mah-to. Still, he wasn't going to say no to the last biscuit. Would a cynic do that?
"In that we are most certainly in agreement. No one is ever too old to learn something new." He'd learned a lot of things in the past few decades. Things no one even dreamed of when he came into the world. "After a couple centuries, what's old when you live forever?" He shrugged. Ancient was sort of relative around here, ranging from millennial "grandmas"--that is young people who just felt old--to those who were around to witness the building of the pyramids, probably. Old meant different things to different people.