Sasuke swallowed hard, before grinding his teeth together in annoyance. He rose up from his knees slightly, well aware of the body behind him, knowing that the Itachi he held in place at the chair must have been a clone. He didn’t stop the discussion, though, and continued, determined to get the answers he wanted.
“He would be over one hundred and fifty years old if that were true,” he said as calmly as he could. He made no move to hint that he had caught on to Itachi’s genjutsu. He played along, for now, at least.