[ Liem seems to be doubling down, which gets Matt's eyebrows arching, a charmed grin spreading over his face. There may be a lot about this situation that remains uncertain, such as whether the Advocate will let itself be found, whether Set and Liem have an open relationship, whether you die in real life if you die in a dream. But no matter what else is going on, it always feels nice to confirm a mutual attraction. ]

I'm twenty-five, [ Matt protests. His eyes narrow for old enough to be your great-grandfather, like Liem's proposed a riddle that Matt's obliged to solve before they move on. Then they widen again. ] Oh my God, you're not secretly a thousand, are you? I run into a lot of those around here. Wait, don't tell me; I bet you're ...

[ He looks at Liem as if scanning his very soul. (Mostly he's checking for wrinkles.) ]

One hundred and eight.