That dead look intrigues her more than how pretty he is, to be honest. The temptation to rummage around in his mind is there, but she's not convinced that he wouldn't be able to sense her there. Which is not a conversation she really wants to have at the moment.

"I was fifteen." She accepts the change in subject easily. "When I found out what I was, that is. The powers were all there before it." The compliment makes her laugh, pressing her wrist to her forehead in a mock swoon. "Why Mr. McCauley, I do declare." He gets a wink. "So are you."