"No throwing anything at all? You ask a lot you know" he told her, unable to keep the grin away long enough for her to believe he was serious. He would try the class, see what came of it. And besides which. Rebekah would be the social chatty one. He'd just correct them when they were moronic. "It will be fine. Highly unlikely I'll have to get annoyed as long as they listen."
She'd only been wary of what he'd said, even if she didn't understand it, in fact very likely because she didn't understand it. So bar a little wariness, she hadn't reacted. Pity really.
"Age doesn't matter to you now. Its what you do with the years you have now that counts. All that time stretched out in front of you and all you need do is reach out and take it. Your friends, yes they mean a lot to you as my siblings do to me. But I want you to see the world and all it has to offer. Young as you are, but unusually willing to appreciate such things."
He continued to walk for a time, in silence, seeming to be pondering her question. "17th, people really started to care about things like culture, Heimbach, Shakespeare In fact you asked me about language, he could make the simplest words mean so much 'All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.' "
And of course that was them.
Ages lay ahead, and one day she would see that Tyler could never show her the world. He would spend his eternity trapped, hiding, jumping at shadows.
And then of course, he'd die.
"One day in history you wish you'd been present for?"