QUOTE : Stil snorted. “I am not in love with Angelique. I’m in love with you,” he said, scooting closer. <br /><br />Gemma pushed her chair away. <br />“Well, that’s not proper.”<br /><br />“Why not?” Stil asked, butting his chair up against Gemma’s. <br /><br />“Because of the age difference.”<br /><br /> “Age difference?” <br /><br />“Of course. Surely you can’t be a day younger than fifty or sixty,” Gemma said in surprise. <br /><br />Stil’s jaw dropped.<br /><br />“You think I’m an OLD MAN?!” Stil thundered. <br /><br />“Most magic users are not the age they physically appear to be,” Gemma said.“And it is well known that they age much more slowly.” <br /><br />“You think I’m an OLD MAN?!” he repeated, his voice even louder.<br /><br />“I’m not even twenty-five yet, you mean-spirited mule, and my clothes are fashionable among mages!” Stil said.<br /><br />“This whole time you’ve thought I am OLD?”<br /><br />“I get the impression that offends you.”<br /><br />“IT DOES.” <br /><br />Gemma only lifted her eyebrows. <br /><br />“Aren’t you going to apologize?” Stil asked. <br /><br />“For what?” <br /><br />“For thinking I’m OLD!”<br /><br /> Gemma shrugged. “It seems you have only yourself to blame for that misunderstanding.” <br /><br />Stil glowered