[Oh that he is. Sooner or later, you'll end up being stuck discussing frenuli and antennae and god knows all else, Bahorel. Be afraid.]

I should certainly hope for them to prevent that instead.

[And then he's sticking his tongue out, because Bahorel, you're a rude little troll. Who is supposed to be the adult here. Somehow.]

Should it be managed successfully, my sight may prove much better than yours. Old age, after all, must sneak into things somewhere, and when the eyes start going, it is quite the sign of aging.

[So, there.]