The irony of all this was a) that was an accurate description and b) he was actually at least 200 years older than her so. Maybe he should cut the act and just be honest? He clearly wasn't going to be anyway with telling half the truth, since she wasn't going to let him.
Mircea closed the book very gently and pinched the bridge of his nose, not that he could get a migraine, but it certainly felt like he had one coming on. "I met your sister. She's sending her Lieutenant to Summerview. Chrysanthemum FĂrinne." There was a reason he'd never been a spy. He was much better as a mouthpiece. Getting people riled up was his specialty.