"I like the view."
"Bit of a relief, that is. I can never tell when the day will come when I’ve gotten one too many wrinkles for your taste. Not too fair in that department, that whole "being immortal" lot."
"Because isn’t it always the case that the body pays for what situations the mind puts it into?" Khan replied with an intrigued smirk. It was always of interest to him when men, no matter their cut or kind, could ask such engaging questions. "And I believe that you are fully capable of weighing your own emotional investments - you are experienced enough for me to worry or assume very little about how you would feel, for you certainly know far better than I. And if insight is what you want, I could give you words until the breath was gone from my body, and yet the body would tell you something which words never could. So instead of chance, consider it insight of a different kind."
"A more valid point would be hard to find." he confessed; how many times had he found himself burned in pursuit of a pleasure, or displeasure even, of the mind? "And is there any other form of insight you'd care to provide before I make my final assessment? Actions to harshly jumped upon can lead to the least pleasing results. We wouldn't want that, now would we?"
