[The pads of his fingertips stiffened so hard beneath that graze that the table shuddered with a small clatter of their cup and saucers.

So.

The presage this man gave off was true. 30 years his senior.. or was that the other way around now? Looking to M'Quve with a deadpan as cold as the long forgotten corpse he was in his time, he uttered just as breathlessly.]

Capisco. I see. . . and. .

. . .Your position, caro a~mi~co?