[At this point, Liem has to smile, just a little bit, even if it is a rather wry smile. A little bit of this feeling bleeds through the connection.]

I fear I am not being of much help to you, Miss Gray.

[She keeps asking him questions he doesn't know the answer to, even for his own world, much less D's.]

I don't know how long I might have to live, or how long our mutual friend might have. I haven't even asked him how old he is.

[He suspects that D is much older than he looks, but Liem still isn't anywhere close to guessing just how ancient he actually is. Liem would guess perhaps a thousand and still think he might be guessing too high.]

My guess would be that most dhampirs die from trauma, rather than from natural causes. But that is just because I have trouble imagining one living a safe, domestic lifestyle.

[Says the man who hosts cooking lessons at the community centre every week.]