It would be a lie if Gideon didn't acknowledge this curious creature was growing on him. Reminded him of one of the youngins from a village off the coast of Greece, that would pester him about all his stories of travel. Daricles was his name. He was raised by a single mother, named Sylidine, who lost her husband to a bandit raid. Those were common in that day and age.
But, Tobias definitely reminded Gideon of young Daricles. Probably why he was just happy to talk and be generous. The cracking of the bone didn't even make him flinch. He had been used to that sound to begin with... A little too used to it if he was honest.
Forcing an assassination target to break a limb was sometimes required, only to help with subdueing them. The first few times it was unnerving but, in Gideon's line of work you had to grow numb to everything. You were taught to be a killing machine; Therefore, you had to stare death and fear in the very core and laugh at it.
Gideon quickly came to from his thoughts and looked at Tobias curiously.
It wasn't uncommon to have a question like that asked to him. Though he couldn't help but chuckle a little bit.
"Were it in my power, I'd most definitely have new eyes. But I think my shinies add to my charm."
His accent came in thick as the words just rolled like a knife across soft butter.
He took a moment to clean his glasses once more, and place them back on his face as he was processing Tobias' next set of questions. Were his kind really that rare here?
He wasn't aware that Fae had been hunted by Vampires to the point they were a rare sight.
Then again, Gideon's power and his upbringing, not to mention his line of work, had made him all too aware of any and all dangers. Which is why he was always listening acutely, and watching.
Hell, then again in Gideon's mind he reminded the tall tales about vampires back in his day and age... part of the Greek knew they were real, and sure enough. Tobias only confirmed this. No, Gideon wouldn't worry now. He was more than capable of defending himself if needed.
But that was neither here nor there. He had been asked a question, thus he'd answer astutely.
"Gideon. I am called Gideon. Pleasure."
The Fae spoke with his accent coming through again, and a smile forming on his face.
"And you are correct, I am very old. I hail from the times where Kings and Queens sat upon thrones in Castles. Magic and lore was abundant. The true medieval times if you will."
He was quite proud of that bit.
"As far as vampires go... I haven't had any sort of meetings with any of them. I tend to make myself scarce. You know, part of my job and upbringing. 'Stick to the shadows and they will forever be your friend.' my mentor used to say."