Anne became slightly annoyed that he was still pacing. His panic was setting her heart into a pace that she wasn't used to. Feeding off other people's emotions was usually pleasing. This? This was not.
Fixing him with a stare, she shook her head. "You didn't commit a felony, Sam. What's someone going to say? The girl you took to bed is really a twelve year old goddess?" A 'duh' look. "I have all the appropriate paperwork that says I'm really twenty-two. Or did. It wouldn't be hard to get it again, I'm sure. To the mortal world, Anne de Troy is a legal adult."
She bit her lip. "Yes. I'll stay young. I'm not sure if I could change my appearance to be older than I am. I've never tried."