"Which part?" he asked with a crooked little smile, calm as ever. He was stil laying against Raylan, legs tangled in the sheets even as he moved his head to press his lips to the curve of his lover's shoulder. "The age...well. It sounds a bit ridiculous out loud. But this winter I will be sixty-seven hundred and thirty-eight. Maybe thirty-nine, I'm not entirely sure with calendar changes."

The rest of it was a slightly different story. "I have been shot before, yes. Close enough to the heart."