The way he moved definitely failed to belie his age. When he pressed a hand to the small of his back and gave it a good pop, the grunt was definitely one of a guy who'd been through the wringer.

"Eh, well-! I just haven't had a... rrrodeo... in a while." He ended the observation with a little chuckle.

He paused, stared. He did note even before everything that he found the while thing embarrassing. He added quietly: "...It's all fine, Cher."

Buuuut after a beat, he polished his claws off on his chest. "Your concern for me is rather touching, however. You big softie."