He considered the question with amusement and not offense like some might. “To you, i’d probably look around thirty two, or so... in shifter years that puts me at about sixty four. I lose track sometimes.” It had been a lot of years.
Eden was glad that Gabriel wouldn’t get all hung up on the apparent age gap, not just in shifter heads but also in human. Gabe seemed much younger than he did when it came to guessing. But he could be wrong, maybe Gabe just aged well.
“You’d have to be fast to hurt me, axe murderer or not. Plus I heal quickly, perks of being what I am.” There we’re harsher, deeper ways to hurt him that weren’t physical and that could also not be recovered from so quickly. “To be honest with you, Beauty,” he began, sighing softly, “I’ve taken people to bed with less than what you and I have. My track record isn’t the most solid. I don’t really do a lot of engaging with the prospect for anything long term. Maybe I just haven’t found a good reason to settle down. So, to answer your question, yes. But I like you, and I don’t want to potentially hurt what we’ve been building.” He hoped that was good enough. At least he was being honest.