To Noah she wasn't old, she was perfect...of course that could just be his disorder making her perfect but he didn't care. He smiled back at her as she spoke and listened intently. "It's not vain, you are a light." He grinned and sat up a bit straighter wanting her to stay but knowing there was nothing he could offer her to get her to. He was seventeen, she was a grown woman...there was no point in even trying, but Noah really wasn't run by logic. "Are you working all night Jane?" He asked as he pressed his hand to the wound under his sleeve wanting to feel the ache of the cut.