"Indeed. Next time I won't be so quick to think they can't get any stranger," he replied dryly, because they certainly had in a way he hadn't expected. "Anti-possession things?" That was a bit vague. "Does the demon take slaves? And there is something to prevent that?" That was a situation he hoped never to find himself in. A slave to a demon. "If they are as helpful as you have been, it will be fine. Still, the offer is appreciated."
Despite the frustration and the confusion, Will was intrigued by the mechanical things. The cars. He'd done a bit of work at the smithy to make things run efficiently but nothing that could make a carriage move on its own. To see how one ran would be very interesting. "Music has certainly changed since my time," he replied, not wanting to offend her if her taste was similar to that of the driver of the car.
He turned to follow after her, hurrying a few paces to catch up. "1675," he said. More years than he cared to count at the moment. "That's good to hear. Hopefully your friends won't mind answering many questions. I've been told I ask a lot and this place, and time, brings up many."