Seeing that glance, Cain resisted the urge to roll his eyes. If someone spoke ancient Egyptian but knew of the Rosetta Stone, there was a story to be told there. Anyone with a drop of interest in history or regular ol' curiosity would be prodding at it, but he supposed his own poking was rather pointed. After all...

"Well, it's not often I get to meet anyone of comparable age to myself," he explained. And by not often, he meant completely impossible back home. There was Abel, but Abel was always the exception to the rule. Cain himself was incredibly interested in what such a long existence was like for someone else; he'd never met someone with whom he could share notes.