Immortal. That was the word that ultimately caught his attention, and he slowly came to a stop, staring off into the darkened distance before he turned his head to look at her, as if seeing her for the first time. "You immor'al." He repeated, but it seemed to take a few minutes to sink in, before he was releasing the handle on that red wagon, letting it clink back onto the little cart behind him.
"Does i' work like i' do in 'de movies? You bi'e someone, give 'dem your bloo', an' 'dey like you?" What he was asking was: could you make him immortal, like you?