Morag shifted so she could nestle against him, laying her chin against his chest. 'Long....l-o-n-g....after,' she said softly, smiling warmly at him.
Laughing, she teased, 'Oh, yes, you're so incredibly old, dear heart!' She rolled her eyes. 'Almost doddering, really!' She laughed again. 'That's why you can still out-think, out-plan, and out-fight me....'
She reached up to pat his cheek. 'All that endurance training you do every day works out nicely for me,' she smirked, winking at him.