Thomas shrugged. "Yeah they do. But it's really new to them, so you've gotta give them at least a bit of a break. And for your information, no, they're not fucking. Although she wants to. Bad. She's had it for him for ten years, probably. If not more."
He ran a hand through his hair, and glanced out the window before turning back to her. "Immortal? I don't know for sure. We live a really long time, I'm sure of that. My dad's several hundred years old, if not more. I'm almost fifty. But I can die. I mean, I can be killed. I'm not like Molly."
He held up his hands in surrender.
"Fine, fine! I'm not going to push it, just thought you might like to." There were times when pretending to be a thoroughly selfish narcissist bit him in the ass.