Rogue wasn't sure thirties counted as being a young man, but that was mostly just spite.

It would have driven him nuts to have that pointed out. She picked her book up and placed it on its shelf. Spike had never wanted to do much with the place, his intrinsic unease at being stuck in any one place and consuming laziness preventing him from attempting any home improvements, but she'd forced a few on him all the same.

"We were livin' together, guess you'd say that's close. Erik, y'all ain't seen me cuz I don't much care to be seen. 'm sorry if that was in some way unclear."