[ The pout that Vash fits Sherwood with at the judgmental insistence on being promiscuous is almost cutting. Mostly, it just kind of looks pathetic. ]

Mm. Something like that. I've never been sick. [ There's a pause as he considers just what else to share. It's been a bit of an adjustment for him here, holding things just a little less close to his heart when it comes to what he is. It's far easier to fit in when it doesn't other him immediately. ]

I don't know about being immortal, but I've been around for almost two centuries so far so... [ He's seen his sisters die, when they're run too far on purpose, used until they're used up. It could be that it's not possible for him or his brother, but he doesn't know for sure. His shoulders lift and fall in a defeated shrug. ]