He grinned, it was nice to have someone who understood, "You've got me beat, by about 160 years. Fifteen hundred forty-two, London." He laid down his fork, letting Selene have the last bite of cake. "My father was a Protestant Minister. I think it always irked him that I wasn't his biological son." Which was the kindest thing he could say about the man who raised him. Morgan really didn't want to talk about his father though. He was more curious about her life. "Is Selene the name your parents gave you?"