So you are older, it seems. If that’s recent. The question is how long you’ve been singing, isn’t it?

[ Clay smiles thoughtfully, and tried to place her. Based on that statement he puts her back at least a couple hundred years. ...He’s done much worse. He can take the sting of saltwater if it means not feeling ancient.

Another sip of champagne as he looks her over but breaks eye contact first to eye a passing plate of hors d'oeuvres. It stinks of raw fish and he flits back to Cadence. ]

No sports then. What do you like to do outside of... work?