Looks don't bother him one bit. He's lived too long to be concerned by them. "As I said, there's no hurry. Breathing is more important than hurrying, don't you think?"

The Winter spirit briefly wonders what the topic of the young man's age has to do with anything. When he figures it out he barks out a laugh. "I call everyone 'my boy'. Or 'my dear'. Except the ladies who are 'my dear' or 'my lady' and, occasionally, 'my fair maiden'."