Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
"She comes into my..." Oliver's nose scrunched up at that, and he let out a long, exasperated groan, "That's just ridiculous! I've survived for one hundred and twenty four years without dying in my sleep, and she knows that!" The corners of the imp's lips, however, tilted slightly upwards, and he tried to hide his amused grin under his blood-clotted fringe.