"I do need to rest," Mineto said with the weariness of age.

The offer sounded perfect; but he would prefer it if they got into a bath and lost their worries together in the warmth. He wanted sincerity. But this did not seem like something he would ever obtain. He knew what it was like to stay young and have people die in front of him.

He put the emotion he had shown back in its bottle, and returned to looking a little stiff.

"How warm is it?"