He thought on that, in his lifetime, he'd not been exposed to much of the 'arcane' or magical. Every once in a while someone would pop up with an enchanted pistol to show off before disappearing again. But still, 500 years was a long time to be alive. His mind thought jokingly, then what did he look like at 100? He laughed in his head at the thought, before turning back to Mark, whispering incase he didn't want anything known. "So, what keeps you looking so fit and how do I get some." He chuckled a little, before looking at Mark. "C'mon, just a joke man."