Bearclaw Valley stay close with your wounded eyes

Cole huffed out a laugh, shaking his head as he cast her a sidelong glance. Ain’t just me, kid, he drawled, voice dry with amusement. But if you gotta convince people you ain’t that young, well— He gave her a pointed look, smirking as he let the rest go unsaid.
He walked a few paces in silence, letting the cold air bite at his nose before he continued. Ain’t an insult, he admitted, rolling a shoulder. Just how you are. Got that young, restless thing about you. His gaze flickered over her, taking her in like he was measuring his own words. Reckless, too.
There was no heat to it, just observation. Maybe even a little bit of begrudging respect.
Cole shook his head again, smirking to himself. But hell, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe you are ancient. Would explain the attitude.