And then she simply gives him a poke. Then another, right above where his heart should be. It's not unlike how he had once poked her upon the forehead, with the same sentiment conveyed.

"..Is this some elaborate way of calling me old?" A laugh, and withdrawing her hand, she leans in, her eyes sparkling with mirth. Really, she knows he doesn't mean anything by it. And look at that, this means they do have something in common, if only in some abstract way, because aren't all souls traditionally regarded as 'old', regardless?? Crystals, she doesn't know why she'd suddenly felt... so scared back there. It's nothing. It's fine.

"You should know that's rather rude to say to a woman."