"Your mother?" She asked in sheer bewilderment. "How old is your mother now?"
Calixto was taken aback by Iris' question. He had no idea of his mother's age. He grew up seeing his mother as young, beautiful, and full of life. Not to mention, she didn't like telling people her age. She loves acting childish and she could pull it off since she has the look of a young girl.
Iris' puzzlement deepened when she saw the flash of confusion in the vampire's eyes.
"If you want me to look for your mother, you're going to tell me information about your mother, you, and your family. But, that's going to be a problem when you don't even want to tell me—us, your name."
"Calixto Stocker."
"What?"
She gave him a blank stare which he replied with a snort.
"Don't act stupid, Iris. You're not the same with those critters upstairs that you call family."
