Frank just grinned at the poke, spreading his fingers on Jim's ribs. The chill was warming quickly. And he laughed, a teasing sort of thing, at the joke about being demoted to his actual rank. Well, Jim didn't know that. That was fine.

"I dunno, everybody's younger than me," he said, shrugging a little. He kissed Jim's forehead. "Twenty-somethin'. Smooth cheeks."