Vivian's brow rose. A Savage being uninteresting was unheard of, yet, maybe Mable didn't want to disclose the adventures she'd had, at least not yet. If she was that outdoorsy, maybe she had the makings of an Acolyte.
"There's nothing wrong with being an adventurer out of doors. Maybe you've been on some dangerous hikes or nearly had a run-in with a predator?" So the Daeva was poking a little more, hoping that the woman didn't make light of her own interests.
"Myself... well, I started out in England, moved to Toronto for about 20 years before I arrived here." Now it seemed Vivian was making light of her own stories.
"The thing is, I've had some wild times. I once was an unknown to many, but known in certain circles for 'helping' with matters no one else wanted to deal with. My sire and I had a bit of 'fun' with those tasks, some of them went well, others, not so much. Are there things I'm not proud of, absolutely. But, those are the things that have made my Requiem thus far."
"On the other hand, I love classic cars. The purr of their engines are like no other." Perhaps the Savage may too enjoy them. Trying to find similar ground with someone very opposite can be a challenge, especially when you're both Vampires. Blood would always connect them in some way.