He knew the question was coming, yet it still stuck a little in his throat to answer. "Almost six hundred. I was thirty-one when I was made what I am now. And I will always look just so. Barring an unforseen event, I could live for another six hundred. Or six hundred past that." He sighed, patting the hand that rested on his arm gently. "That is another part of my curse, Lady. Watching the world go by. Being of it but not truly involved in it. Watching those I loved live, age, and die. I admit, sadly, it's made me colder than I wanted to be. Before coming here, I'd distanced myself from most. Having to... be a part of things again is taking its own getting used to."