"Fuck off, I'm not!" he argues with a laugh, smacking the back of his hand against Noah's thigh before shifting forward to grab his coffee. "You died ages ago anyway, didn't you? If you'd kept on living, you'd be middle-aged by now, I reckon."

Still smirking, he sips his drink then before settling back into the couch, tucking his feet under his legs once more. "And I pissed off Magnus by flirting with his boyfriend," he continues, grinning full-out now as he recalls the memory. "And then fucking the alternate version of his boyfriend. Here, in this flat. Rather loudly."