"My eyesight is...impaired," she admitted after a moment, hope once again swelling in her chest. If he was willing to fix that for her, it would just be amazing. Darcy couldn't remember the last time she had worn glasses; they always broke.
It wasn't immediately clear if Sebastian was bothered by her age or not. However, after a moment he kissed her again, so it could not have bothered him that much. Darcy did not dare ask his age; it really did not matter, in the long run. He wasn't old and gray.
With a little sigh, Darcy parted her lips, tongue darting out to tease his briefly. She even became so bold as to slip an arm around his waist, drawing him closer to her. Sebastian was pleasantly warm, and she didn't mind kissing him despite the reality that she was expected to do it whether she wanted to or not.