"I believe you just called the chap 'old', and if he wasn't out cold right now, he'd smack you around with the pointy end of a broom," Tate smiled, albeit grimly. Not really that amusing, to be fair.

"So long as you think it's just age and diet, I'll leave him to your care. I can't help but remember he was first to pick up that blasted orb, you know? But if you say it isn't that, then I must bow to your expertise."