Connor nods a little, smiling faintly. The katana is probably at least twice as old as he is, and Ramirez was more than that. Immortals get used to the age gaps, eventually.

"Not... really, no." He looks awkward. "I guess I'm used to it by now. The only women I've ever loved who were my own age was back before I knew what I was. I don't... I've only ever been with one immortal woman." There's something about his expression there, mild distaste, maybe. Obviously she wasn't one of the great loves of his life.