"Who's to say?" He feels there is a trap in the question of catering to his every need. Though, his pointed ears lift a little as he opens his mouth. His lips curl into a wicked smile before it fades. "You leave yourself open for more ridicule, sir. But as thanks, I won't rub lewd salt in open wounds."

Swallowing roughly, he muses over something before deciding on it. "Flamebringer. Consider it another thanks for the water." A laugh follows. "Should I live a few centuries more, I'll be sure to remember this kindness."

His shoulders shake in amusement then tremble in agony.

No, he isn't so old. His people can just live for centuries, but he doubts that he will have the same luxury. It's why he jokes and boasts about such a long lifespan. Like he actually desires to live that long.