Scholar intently listened as Abby spoke, taking in everything she said. When she talked about being exposed and doing bad things, a look of horror crossed his face at realizing he forgot to talk about that. Regardless he didn't say anything until she finished speaking. When she finally did he laughed at her asking about his age.<br/><br/>"Well for starters you wouldn't get an inch out of this house in anything exposing," he told her, a threatening overprotective smile on his face. "And I would expect you to not to even think about drugs or alcohol or anything of the like."<br/><br/>"Now then as I said before I have more money than I know what to do with so again cable and internet is fine. We can also get you a haircut as well...though no dying, it's unhealthy and just takes away from one's natural beauty. High lights are debatable. For school, I would say don't worry until it actually starts. Its a highly mixed school so the students are much more accepting. And as for my age well I'm centuries old," he told her, smiling at her reaction of shock.