He murred as he grazed on Ashara's neck, seeming to ignore Garven, though part of him was watching her to see if he was pushing his glorious red too far. He did like her, but she had a way of saying just the right thing to get him to react. "Glad one of you has realized I don't get tired for four years. What do you think that collapse a while back was about? I was pushing myself as hard and long without rest to see how long I could go. So, working in times of less strenuous work, I can last at least a year. Something tells me neither of you could, even working together."