Chris lets out a bark of laughter. "Oh you're quite right. Practically ancient yourself and far better looking I'd wager." That's easier. More comfortable to talk about. Not memories, not what happened to him or Jon or with Grayson.

"Let's say you could take him, I appreciate your discretion in not doing so." His hand comes up to wrap around the raven skull at his chest and he shifts to be more comfortable. "one of the tenants of my god is a demand for intolerance to the undead, but that's far from tenable in a city so full of them as this. Quiet tolerance would be better, especially since I made it well clear to him a good portion of my magic could wipe him out as quickly as he could me." An uneasy and peaceful stalemate was he best they could hope for, really, but it was more sustainable.