"I'll stop when I get tired of it." Maybe in a year or two. She exhaled the smoke, making it turn into the shape of a neotank before it dispersed into the air.

"To be fair, a few of us will age a bit more slowly. Goliath, for example. Besides," she moved some of her hair. "Imagine when this turns white. At this rate I'll be more hair on the top of my body than actual body when I die. And you'll still have all the children to keep you company. Not to mention your two apprentices...at least until they get tired of you and take over." Oh ho ho, she totally went there. "And weren't you going to try to find a few of us after we died? I still have to build that octopus-shark for just such an occasion."