Elias' smile turned dangerous just for a second at the less than subtle insult that Barrett threw. He didn't say anything though; being called old didn't matter. Past his thirties now, it wasn't a lie. He himself often felt quite older than that. "You know I have nothing the in way of entertainment. In fact, I almost never have anyone over. You're lucky I have a second teacup," he commented. "I can't see that I will be very entertaining to someone like you, but I can at least refill your cup." He offered a hand for the teacup, his face gentle once more. It wasn't like he could tell Barrett to leave. He might as well continue like this until the other tired of him. With an attention span like that, he doubted it would take long. "But you know, if you call me old, you are also calling yourself young."