"I might," Krem said with a laugh. He was going to be twenty-nine soon. Darrow was less stressful than Thedas, but he'd lived a life of stress and he would not be surprised if he had bits and flecks of silver.

Thomas's fingers were gentle and warm and soothing. Krem closed his eyes and sighed, smiling softly. "Plenty of time," Krem said with a little nod. "We can just enjoy the night tonight. That sounds really good."