"I gave that up long ago. It was too embarrassing. Forever trying to remain fit with rubdowns and medicine balls and glandular injections, while always around me there were more handsome men who had the thrill of genuine youth. Guardsmen in shining uniforms and stable hands with thicker arms. Yes. I admit to vanity about my complexion and hair color. What harm there, really? So I render myself foolish? Well, hang a man for that and it'll be a very crowded gallows. But then there's you. Quite a different paean to youth we sing there."
—Ferdinand Lyle talks with Madame Kali as she gets a massage from the younger witches.[src]