"Fergus would have to be worse than blind, and I would have to walk around with a broken nose. No thanks." Not that he didn't bait him with it occasionally. But there were lines one didn't cross. "What do you mean, oldest? As long as he's still dazzlingly gorgeous ..." He drank his tea, cocking an eyebrow at her. "I don't know. Forty, let's say. Fifty if he's got box tickets for the Wasps. How about you? Any unreasonable demands I should keep in mind?" He grinned. "Employed? Single? Ten fingers? That sort of thing?"