Vanessa may apologize for misunderstanding his accent, but he says 'before it was even called that', then goes on about moving to the Americas some twenty years ago by choice, when clearly he couldn't have been a child if that were so. Understanding that he must be far older than he appears, and that this isn't the first time this has happened, her curiosity is piqued. Just how many ancient beings are about? Is he a witch, or a demon? Vanessa is having trouble getting a proper read in this room, finding her clairvoyant tendencies rather muffled since leaving the Mouse House.

Not only is he old, but he is (if she's to believe it) from the future. So...far in the future. What could that even be like? "It would be the year of our Lord, 1892. London." Though that isn't where she was born, she has always loved London and considers it her home. "It is no wonder I haven't heard of your poet, then. Whatever must it be like in Brooklyn in...2019? The Americas were already skipping ahead of London with mechanized accomplishments in my time. Are we still racing to catch up?"