No, Nanook would never have minded her asking all those questions. He most certainly couldn't have, considering it wouldn't have been apropos. If he had wanted her to learn what it was like to be a werewolf, then he was going to have to get used to it. At this point he had been made into a teacher. Well, more accurately, he made himself a teacher, and he knew that he was going to enjoy it.<br/><br/>Smiling to her in turn, he looked up at her in that posture. Realizing what she was thinking, he soon laughed. No, Nanook wasn't at all a mind reader. However, it had become somewhat obvious to him what she was thinking about. Laughing once more, he rolled his eyes. "You're probably thinking that I take this posture in public and slayers might realize it, right? Well, I certainly know better than that!"<br/><br/>Once more he laughed, showing that what he was saying was in good humor anyway. Figuring that she didn't mean to suggest that she didn't like him, he didn't take any offense to what she was saying. He figured that she would have liked him, but didn't want pressure put on her in turn. Honestly, he figured that he never would have liked pressure put on him either in turn.<br/><br/>Continuing to enjoy both the food and her petting of her, this seemed like the perfect way to enjoy a morning to him. "I could figure out how old I am, because I actually do remember my exact birth date!" Nanook paused for a moment as if recalling that date took some reckoning. At his age, well, it probably had.<br/><br/>"March 17, 1887 was when I was born!" He seemed to have been proud of the fact that he was even able to remember it. "I take it that I don't look a day over 100 years old, is that what it is?" He offered her a toothy grin to punctuate that.<br/><br/>Soon enough her question sent him snarling, but Marissa would have known that she wasn't mad at him. Rather, that was the way he had elected to share with her that he didn't want to even think about what silver would do to him. The allergy to silver was annoying at best, and deadly at worst.<br/><br/>"How much silver stuff do you have? Do you have lots of silver jewelry or something? If you do, and you get rid of it, then I promise to buy you beautiful replacements in stainless steel, gold or any other harmless material if you'd be willing to accept it." He figured that indeed such gifts would have actually been pretty romantic to tell the truth.