That British accent caught his attention. It had been a long time since he had heard one that thick. Looking back at the man who spoke his first thought was 'Did these Fae kidnap Billy Idol?' That was NOT okay if they did.

"Mayhaps, but why stress it? If we can't change it, it's pointless to throw a fit." He didn't sound hopeless saying it more, just accepting it for what it was for now. "Well, at least I don't really have anyone waiting for me." Matthew could, the man was already over five centuries old, and always seemed to cheat death, but that was it really.

"That would explain why that cookie looked to good to pass up." His voice sounded a bit like he came from the southern United States but, who knew what year when he was wearing jeans, boots, a Stevie Ray Vaughn t-shirt and a knee-length jacket. "How long have you been here?"