Thomas looked at Robin, wondering what about that last one had gotten to him. Maybe he'd have to ask about Pompeii some day. Or maybe he'd be smart and not.

"Me? Most of my stories are positively mundane compared to you two. I mean, other than the family orgies where the wine and the virgins were both plentiful..." He wisely stuck to beer, because he wanted at least one of them to be able to leave the bar under his own power tonight.

He turned to Jack and asked, "So what's your story, Captain? How are you managing to keep up with my friend, here?" Because Robin had a lot of years under his belt, and while Jack smelled...not quite human, he didn't smell like anything else he'd ever encountered, either. Not vamp, not faerie, not wizard...