March stares, brows lifting, and shifts his weight visibly to the side, breathing in, never taking his eyes off of the other.

Thirteen thousand years. That's a lot of time. That's, like, an historic amount of time. He still has to look cool, though. Gotta save some face. What little face he even has in the first place. He does his best to look very, very pensive.

"I've always wanted to date an older woman."