Okay, so he was a guy that kissed girl's hands instead of shaking them, but he swore like a sailor. The contradiction of it all made her smile a little wider, feeling a thousand times less awkward now.
1912, though? That meant he was... what, already over one hundred years old??? Claire had to work really hard not to just gawk at him like an idiot. Didn't matter how much time she'd already spent around vampires (which was a lot more time already then most humans could boast), talking to someone who had already lived for an entire century was just... crazy.
She'd barely been alive for twenty-one years, what the hell was she going to talk about with someone who'd already lived for over a hundred?
Going out of her way to act very cool and chill about it, Claire adopted a sort of painstakingly casual lean and crossed her arms, which looked ridiculous considering she was still sort of wavering on her feet. "So you're over one hundred years old? That's cool, that's cool." She thought about it for a second and then gave an exaggerated shrug, nodding mostly to herself. "I'm turning twenty-one in a few months so that's like, basically the same thing."