[Back in his own world, he'd just pass himself off as European or some other bullshit excuse to throw her off his trail. But he has nothing to hide here. So it's with a cocky smirk that he delivers what he actually is.]

I'm one of those. In the mundy world - that's Earth for a lot of people here, there's all kinds of stories about people like me. They call those fables. So that's what I am. A fable. A living legend, only nothing of what I did is made up. Apparently it's also why I'm going to live forever, too. After all, I couldn't disappoint the billions of people who know my stories, right?