[Grey wisely holds his tongue about Claire's physical appearance. She's still a handsome woman, for all the time that's passed. Twenty years...? A little furrow appears between his brows as he struggles to do the math. Culloden. 1746. He had been seventeen years old.]

Well. I can tell you for certain, Mistress Fraser, that it has only been twelve years since Culloden. And three years since Jamie and I regained our acquaintance, at Ardsmuir Prison. Though he would probably have my head for referring to him in so familiar a manner.

[At least, the Jamie Fraser that he knows in 1758 would, at any rate.]