[Hector scoots closer to the tub and begins to wash Isaac's calf. Maybe it's not what Isaac meant with his crooked finger, but Hector is moving at his own speed for now. He digs his fingertips into the muscles, willing the stiffness to ease.]

There's no way to know for now. But we've seemed to age normally thus far.

[Hector has no desire to live past a single mortal lifespan. He never sought vampirism to that point.]

Death will find us in its own time. There's no need for us to do anything to seek it out.