His answer was a mischevious smile. "That's one point we never really saw eye to eye on. You didn't get death and I got it all too well." He'd known as dangerous as the life he'd chosen to live was, it'd take him at any moment. And it had been a high, one that he'd enjoyed.
"I have a lot of memories that involve music, of which Lorne and Caritas make up a very small majority." The quieter, simpler, rare better times of his childhood for one. A brief moment when someone other than a sibling had given a damn about him. He shrugged. "Something I'll keep on doing until I'm really dead and gone."
He picked up the mug, the coffee now on the cooler side. The quiet chuckle was honest amusement at her statement, at just how wrong he believed it to be. "Sure," he replied, the corner of his mouth curling up into a smirk.