Adam shrugged slightly. "Oh, there's nothing much to tell," he demurred. "I was born here in London, left a long time ago, wandered the world, met Hiro Nakamura who told me I had a great destiny as a hero, got tangled up with the Company, got disillusioned with them and their practices, had them turn on me, helped Peter escape from them after Kirby Plaza, healed Nathan from his burns, nearly got myself killed by your grandfather but got away, decided enough was enough and came home."

It was a radical summing up, condensing centuries into a few phrases, but every word of it was true, at least, and it hit the parts of his life that intersected with hers, he figured, and cast him in a pretty good light. He'd helped her uncle, saved her father, escaped the bad guys--all technically true.

Adam took another sip of his drink.