Roger snorted and reached across to punch Ben genially in the arm. "Of course you wouldn't, you'd probably enjoy watching us go at it, dirty sod," he teased, before leaning back and yawning, wincing slightly as the movement pulled a tight muscle. "Oh come off it Benji, I'm the same age. Just think, ten years time and you'll be bleating about being nearly forty!"
"I'm sure you'll rock Benny boy. Or be rocks? Get your rocks off at least. Something will happen, dirty slattern that you are!" He lent back and yawned again, grimacing slightly. "Sorry mate, this whole lady of leisure bullshit has made me more tired than usual, I have no idea how."