"S'pose that's the best way t'look at it, actually," he said with a grin, which quickly faded. "I have them with Parkinson soon. Too soon." He snorted slightly to himself. "Let's face it, never will be too soon for that."
He shrugged at her next comments. "I doubt I'll win that race," he said, looking over at her without raising his head from the back of the couch, "I'd put my galleons on Terry - it's just the sort of challenge that gets 'Claws all excited." He swatted lightly at the foot that had poked him in the leg. "Hey now, you'd best be careful, unless y'want me t'retaliate."