[Harry looks like maybe someone has shown him what heaven feels like: his eyes are softly awed and glazed with pleasure.

Harry blinks that hazy look away and laughs.]

Forty--? Koby. Koby my dearest, I will die.

[Laughing still, he presses a kiss to Koby's forehead.] I really will!

But I'm not done in yet. Yes, I should very much like to have you spend again.