She chuckled softly and then moaned as he kissed her neck. His lack of memory on her age was amusing, but she couldn't blame him. It had been a long time since he had seen her when he died. "I was nine when you died, and that would make me 24 now." She kissed his cheek. "I'm plenty old enough. So don't worry about that." She thought about how he didn't age, but she did. Eventually she would look much older than him. Even though that was a very long time away it still bothered her somewhat.<br/><br/>She shoved the troublesome thought away for now and focused on the moment instead. "Well are you ready to get out? I want to order a pizza or something then we can do whatever. It's not like we have to be up early tomorrow."