"Well that knowledge has certainly done a lot to save my pride. Though it will still have to recover from the fact that you saw me in the first place. My inability to stay on me feet was supposed to be a life long secret," Oliver chuckled lightly, before pushing his now returned to him glasses up his nose and merely fidgeting in general. It seemed when it came to conversations, Ollie could only continue them eaisly for as long as he forgot he was talking to someone. The second that reality set in, and he realized there was another person before him, one who could hear and see him, he became just the slightest bit awkward again.
He resisted the urge to sigh at himself - really, why did it have to be so hard just to be himself?
He glanced down at his feet at her next question, a soft "oh" escaping his lips, before he was um-ing and attempting to decide the best way to answer that question. He had no real problem with people knowing the truth about him - what was the point of hiding something that was so central to how he was these days? That being said, it was not a normal thing to state. How did you even go about saying that?
Oh I'm a vampire, and my sight is perfect, but I wore glasses in life. My now dead boyfriend liked them too much for me to get rid of them, and now I'm just too used to it even if I did get over him, I couldn't lose my glasses. Again, Oliver resisted the urge to now snort at himself. Yeah that was going to go over perfectly. If the vampire bit did not freak her out, than the clearly insane part was going to do it for sure.
He settled on telling her a version of the truth, "My eye sight is not as bad as one might think. I can still make out shapes and colours without my glasses... they are just rather fuzzy shapes and colours. And lord, do not ask me to read anything. That is never going to happen."
Oliver gave a small chuckle and then an easy smile. It would be impossible to tell that it had been at least a fraction of a lie - though as Oliver was telling himself now, it wasn't even really a lie. It was what his eyesight had been like ... about two hundred years ago. He had just left out the part where he had been bitten by an immortal creature and all his physical imperfections had disappeared.
Too bad that bite had done nothing for his personality.
"other than my tripping?" Oliver returned her grin slightly, showing he was not bothered by the teasing, though if he could still blush he would be doing that in spades by now, "I wanted a break from my current scenery - France had always been a... special sort of place to me. I figured that this was as good a place as any to attempt to distract myself with, for at least a little while."