"It has been my body for ten years-" He was very much older than that and not about to elaborate. "I fought too hard and lost too much for it to be anything but simple. It is mine. I do what I like."

Bitterness seeped into his voice even as he rolled off the beam- not climbing so much as dropping down. He'd expected the hay but not quite how much of it there was, stumbling a little on his knees when he landed. Well. No points for grace tonight. "Satisfied?"