Ten years, in this kinda enwironment? [he gestures widely.] I think that's pretty good for a genocidal maniac.

[he steeples his fingers on the coffee table between them, thoughtful, still smirking. not outright denying his kismesis comment is, to him, as good as if she had just agreed. for a moment he feels thirteen and giddy. and, thirteen and giddy, his thoughts naturally turn dark.]

But you - you're kinda fucked, ain't you? All immortal and shit. Too much of a good thing, once the rest a us mortal folk you associate with die off and all.

Hey, maybe you're gonna be around for the heat death a the uniwerse. Fingers crossed.