He was watching her. Only reaching down to where his ignored plate to lift the drink and take a drink. Having his soul back made flavors really pop again. He had missed that. He was holding the mostly empty glass as she realized the issue of what he had said.

That smile turns awkward. "Do I look that young?" He always liked to think he passed for twenty-one or twenty-two. But maybe that's why the shopkeeper kept refusing to sell him Dean's beer even with the fake IDS. He looked around, no one really paying attention to them and yet.

"I'm..." He needed to tell her. "Four years old." He spoke, lifting the glass awkwardly taking another drink. "I'm not fully human. I was born looking like this." He looked at her. That same sincerity was there, with more awkwardness returned. "I'm not supposed to talk about these things."