[In a similar stage whisper, except not a whisper at all because it's loud enough for Carolina to hear:]

Kiss-ass.

[He falls into his stride: almost matching Carolina pace for pace, but behind her. Slightly to their left. Still close enough for North to catch up.]

You know, guys, for a man my age, I'm not doing too bad for myself. Maybe my standards are just more realistic than yours, Cat.

[He just watches Carolina run for a moment. Glances back at North.

Okay, maybe there's nothing realistic about his standards. York smiles to himself.]

I'm exactly where I want to be.