It should be such a small thing, to have his wife nestled in the crook of his arm, but it's everything. He reaches across her with a fork to taste the curry, and he kisses her cheek as he goes.

"You would set the city ablaze, my love." He grins to think of it, of such a stage for her to stun the world upon. "And I think it would mourn you when you left." There are places in New York where he can feel the loss of an artist the city loved, regardless of how many decades have passed. "We can live there for a time, and I can show you what I've seen, and we can discover more together."

He has seen so much, and he wants to see it all again with her at his side.

"Five?" He laughs. "Gods, I'll be sure to thank them as they attempt to guard you from me, no doubt."