The Count's face is tired and bored. He has explained this story to hundreds...
"You see, from where I hail, every midnight on the second week I shift between an older man and a younger chap. Once, long ago, I was just a lad, when my adventuring turned sour as I crossed a Gypsy. Yes indeed, I was cursed. However, this curse grants me the ability to stay young for half of my life. I am told I cannot die through just the passing of time. It's the sourest blessing one could ever ask for."
"You see, from where I hail, every midnight on the second week I shift between an older man and a younger chap. Once, long ago, I was just a lad, when my adventuring turned sour as I crossed a Gypsy. Yes indeed, I was cursed. However, this curse grants me the ability to stay young for half of my life. I am told I cannot die through just the passing of time. It's the sourest blessing one could ever ask for."