“Okay, I’ve got it.” I said sitting up.
“It took you long enough.” He mumbled.
I rolled my eyes and took another sip of wine. “Okay, first question, What are some of your favorite things?”
He laughed, “Not so fast Darling, be specific.” He winked at me.
“Ugh! Fine,” I said defeated, “What is your favorite music?”
I saw a light flash in his eye, and I felt good about my question.
“I enjoy all music. Music is one of the things I enjoy most in the human world. So I guess, I can not specifically answer your question. But I have favorites over the different centuries.”
It felt good to have him answer me, I felt like his response was honest. Then I realized he said ‘centuries’ and it threw me for a loop. All of my questions I had ready immediately left my mind,
“How old are you
