[He's quietly sipping his drink while Maggie talks, watching her over the rim of his glass. When she finishes talking, though, he puts it down on the table.]

You talk as if you've already got one foot in the grave, but you don't.

[It's not like his super-senses can diagnose cancer but he can smell a healthy specimen when he meets one. And it's really tempting to tell her that the fact that she thinks she's not long for this world doesn't grant her any right over Nariko's to choose her mate, but it doesn't feel like the right sentiment to share right now.]

I'm gonna stick with my answer, though. Wish I had some sort of inspiring, magical anecdote, but the truth is that both of us are exactly what the other was looking for, mentally and physically.

[The one time he's truthful about their sexual relationship, it's vague and carries the connotation that he can keep up with her just fine.]

On top of that, we both want the same thing out of our futures...we've rarely fought and always instantly made up...and both of us are the breadwinners.

My kind is an isolated one, but I couldn't stand being without her.