Noah grins a little and kicks Freddie's leg. Nudges it, more like. "Um. I'd be twenty...six now, I think." Time might not be a loop anymore, but it's still been weird. Especially since coming here from July in his world, to September in this one.

"Loudly on purpose?" he asks, blushing a little at the mental images that surface, mostly. He leans back against the pillows, looking up at the ceiling. "Well it's your fault for goading a mage."