"Pah," said Gar, resuming human shape so that he could be adequately outraged. "Kids today with their Daniel Craigs and their Pierce Brosnans. There is but One True Bond. And I will not go bald! You're lying. God willing. Hell, I think I'm starting to grow fur." Gar had decided long ago that if he was to go bald, he would just shave his head, full Patrick Stewart style. It would be a pain in the ass if he had to shave his entire body.
The laughter and silliness died down again and he found himself staring at her. The image of a decade ago turned into less than a week ago flashed in his mind. "You know, a couple of days ago--" he began, but stopped. He tried to fit his mind around the words. "You went off to Australia with Sophie the other day. I mean, the other day by today's standards. Not the other day by my standards, that would just be... I'm babbling." Gar sighed. Why couldn't he have normal ex-girlfriends, the kind that just wandered off into the world and was never seen by anyone ever again? "You told me you loved me the other day."