Onyxx had a feeling he knew what she was getting at here. She wasn't the only one to say it. His advisers had tried to imply that he needed a vacation, but he'd seen through it and squelched the talk quickly.
The truth is, she (and his advisers) were right. He was tired and in desperate need of a break. His war had taken a great deal out of him, likely shaving years off of his life. He would never take one voluntarily, though. No good leader did. Good leaders fight the war and keep fighting until it's over.
Still, he didn't bring it up. He just kissed her cheek along her jawline. "I don't see any reason to cut it," mumbled, resting his head next to hers. "And I am older. Probably significantly so." It was something they might have to deal with eventually, but right now he didn't care.