He had never spoken closely with the elder, the language barrier not the only thing holding him back. Perhaps it was just intrigue, perhaps it was nothing at all, yet the vampire had seen fit to keep his distance. If he had to guess what kind of creature that elder might have been, he might have guessed fae, though it truly was difficult to tell with so many of them.

"Likewise." It's an odd feeling, to see a face out of his past, yet not a wholly unwelcome one. Killian is quite used to things coming into his life and going straight out again. He knows Clara doesn't live any longer, and yet, he doesn't really either. It's hard to discount a connection just because it's different than what it had been before. He'd already been gone before they even met, and the idea of a companion that wouldn't fade away with time was appealing more than anything.

"I've had a place here for... centuries, now." It was more revealing than he might have been with most others. The fact he knew Clara paired with the commonality they had between them left him hoping for a connection he couldn't hope for with most others. "I've always travelled, though. I was somewhere tropical not too long ago, before work called me back." He sets his empty glass down on his desk, and the way he interacts with the world was an indication they weren't quite the same. "How much do you know about the Supernatural, beyond yourself?"