Okay, he couldn't take this. "Sorry, but I'm 25 damned years old," he reminded her. "And my name is Colin. Now I'm going to my prison to go shove myself into my shower. Thanks for being concerned."
Now, he was going back to his cabin and really just go to bed. Maybe this day had all been a horrible damn nightmare and he'd wake up tomorrow and...he didn't know. Right now, he didn't care.