"Yeah?" Dan waggles his eyebrows. "We might could try. I ain't going to hold it against you if you drop me. I'm basically made of rubber."

He isn't, and the older he gets the more he has to acknowledge that, but he isn't about to start telling Elle that once she gets to her late thirties tripping down the stairs is liable to put her out of commission. Or maybe it won't for a bastet. Maybe that's just a condition of being a bog-standard human.