"Sorry to say I've only got about a hundred years in me," Shannon said with a short bark of laughter. "Maybe sixty of them ahead, if I'm lucky." Considering his line of work and how, apparently, there were some scary (and incompetent) motherfuckers with him on their list now, that was a pretty big if. "But," he added amicably, "I'll try and keep up with you and your young, wild ways while I can."

It was as much of a concession as he was going to give. This world was just a bit too crazy for him, but he really would gain nothing out of denying it. Let everyone live in their own world and let them cross over with his own when they passed by. "For tonight, though, maybe just some dinner. You have any place in mind?"