“Aren’t you a little young to be FBI?” The officer who managed to look Celine in the eye and say those words would probably soon regret it. “I age well.” Celine had an impressive deadpan. “What can I say? I moisturize.” She gave him a second to process that, then issued an order. “Move.” The officers moved before they’d even realized they’d done it. “I don’t moisturize,” Lia told one of them as we passed. “I made a deal with the devil to maintain my youth. You don’t want to know what the devil asked for in return.”
