
Hudson kept his smile, but it was obvious he was confused as all hell when she started laughing. He truly had no idea
why, or what had elicited that reaction. Humans simply didn't make sense what seemed like the
vast majority of the time.
Apparently, he'd picked the wrong term, and he let out a little huff.
"You'll have to give me a break - humans change slang so fast I can't possibly keep track. One minute they're handkerchiefs, the next they're wipes, and then they don't exist at all." He couldn't possibly be expected to keep track of it all.
"For the record, I didn't read the file. Files don't tell you anything about a person. They just tell you about what a person should be like, which is usually wrong." People were more than the sum of their experiences, and there was no possible way a file could summarize everything a person was. At best, it would get only the broadest strokes.
"An elder dragon - and that's a subspecies, not a joke about my age." Technically he'd been born an elder dragon, which invited more than a few jokes when he'd brought it up before.
"Scars older than you are. Older than America, or probably whatever country you were from originally." He'd yet to meet anyone who was actually from the island originally, so it was a safe bet she was from elsewhere.
"Probably a knight, or a dragon hunter or something. I don't remember - it was ages ago." Even worse, it had happened in his dragon form, which made it look even nastier when he shifted.