“You look older.”“Yes, well. The passage of time tends to do that to a person.”

“Do you want me to swear this time? Yes. Well, crap.”

“Do I look feeble to you""Actually, yes.""Well, looks can be deceiving. For instance, when I met you, I thought you look reasonably intelligent.”

“When you're young, there's a whole lot of stuff you say you'll never do. Once you get a little older, the list tends to get shorter.”

“You there, you look like a well-rounded lady, oh yes, and I mean well-rounded”

“So, you tumbled that wolf you were with?” Mercy was too much a pack animal to take offense at the personal question. She grinned. “How did you know it was me?” “Do I look senile to you?”...“Yes,” Mercy said. “And I'm not doing it again.” If she kept telling herself that, maybe her traitorous body would actually notice and shut up with its demands. The older woman gave her a sour look. “Damn shame. What, you like them prettier?” A snort. “In my day, we liked men who looked like men.”