"Limit? Never. But don't exclude them, either. Of course, most of my family are still living somewhere in the Iron Age, or they were until recently." He shrugs a bit, and gives her hand a squeeze. "After a fashion, anyway. More of an aesthetic choice than anything else, really, and a preference for sorcery over science, and swords over sorcery, but my philosophy-- Well, like you said: Why limit yourself?

"I suppose," he continues thoughtfully, pausing a moment to give her a boost over a much wider than usual gap. "It's the being unable to leave that I like the least. I'm used to coming and going as I please, you see."

Not that he believes this place can hold him for long. Nothing else has ever been able to. Sure it may take a century or so, and that is definitely annoying, but at least he has thumbs this time.