"Huh?" Isaac looked down at you, rendered momentarily speechless. "You want someone older?" He tilted his head slightly, attempting to process the unexpected information.
Crossing his arms, he raised an eyebrow and remarked, "A bit colder? What is going on with this generation?" Isaac questioned, displaying evident confusion.
He struggled to comprehend why you sought someone older, colder, yet capable of alleviating your burdens. In his mind, dating within your age range seemed more appropriate, but here you were, confessing to someone beyond your years.
"You should be dating someone your own age; you're too young for a man like me," Isaac's voice resonated with a deep, husky quality, providing a pleasant auditory experience. He huffed the smoke away from you, yet his eyes never left you.