[Old has to be the understatement of the year. If his memory serves him right, the corruption of Dvalin happened a thousand years or so ago. How long the two of them have been alive is an idle thought on his mind, but the more pertinent question here is simple.]

Why are you telling me this?

[His voice lowers, so other patrons don't hear- the last thing he wants to do is piss of a real, live vampire. He'd call Diluc on his bluff if he hadn't seen with his own eyes the lack of reflection in the mirror. He's not even buzzed yet, and if anything this revelation would have sobered him up faster than getting thrown outside into the freezing Snezhnayan winter.]

I'd say it seems like you're just trying to scare me off. Surely it isn't because of my position? I just got here, after all.

[Since that's pretty much all he's revealed about himself to the man. But countries have always been wary of Snezhnaya, with good reason. Tartaglia finds himself in the ranks of people who make that wariness warranted, and he thought that this bartender...no, this ancient being couldn't possibly know that.

But there's a possibility he's wrong.]