[Theo watches August on his approach with a bright glimmer in his eyes and a little quirk to his lips, anticipatory and elated over every step closer he takes. He puts his hand to the towel to take it without taking his eyes off August's, tongue running over his lower lip as his head tilts ever so slightly to one side. He gravitates into a lean toward August, just a few degrees, before his voice is equally soft:]

I've lost count, and that's just of the lives I do remember. There was a time before that where my memories didn't come with me. Part of the spell - part of the curse.

[A little wink. It'd be so damn easy to use question three for 'do you want to fuck'.]

Worried about age gaps?