She laughed.
"I'll be old and ugly, Argo. My vision will be bad and my skin thin and faded. I might not even be all that coherent. It will be very understandable if I'm not your focus. There are prettier girls, even now. I expect it to remain so when I'm old. Though if you chose to wear a tunic and be without pants when you visit, I'd be grateful."
At that moment she remembered that she was more or less without pants at the moment, her shorts hidden by her robe. And she blushed, pulling things tighter to her.
"Did you have too bad of a hangover the other morning?"
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