"True, I guess if I don't make it to thirty, this is my old age," Terrence said, smirking. "My golden years. Ought to make the best of it. And I'll definitely have to do that at least once before I croak. Might need some good glamours and makeup to pull off the cranky old man look, though."
He laughed too, especially when he remembered the note he'd gotten this morning. "Last night, I helped kidnap a bloke, strip him naked, and left him on some old man's lawn. He yelled at me over the journals this morning, so I suppose I really ought to go through with that plan, right? Empathize, and all."