[ Midnight's having a fantastic time using this tree as his own personal jungle gym, evidenced by the way he stops on a branch and plops his ass down on it like he's taking five after a round of basketball, splayed out on the surrounding branches for balance. He looks down at Lenore, squinting in the falling dark. ]

Well, there's a first for everything, but I'd be lying if I said I thought you were anywhere near mid-age with regards to your species' maturity cycle. Unless you aren't human at all?

[ Midnight sort of assumes everyone is as long as there's no compelling proof in the contrary. ]