"I dunno," Desmond said airily, flipping one hand in the air. "Twenty-two or sommat." He shrugged a little and leaned back, his red shirt shimmering in the sun. "You just don't look like the old woman that you are." He teased, and a huge grin spread across his pale features, lightening his face, making him seem younger as well. "You know, I could make you some old lady-clothes, if looking young bothers you. Get you the right wig and make up and we could even make you into a nanna."