Duncan jogged up to the other immortal and slowed to a halt.

"I tend to," he said. "It's nice an' quiet in the early morn' and nothin' wakes a guy up quite as well as a good run in fresh air. Early bird yerself?"

Dressed in a tight-fitting t-shirt and running pants, Duncan wasn't quite sure why the other immortal still seemed to apprehensive. One, they were still on holy ground. Two, he couldn't have hidden a sword anywhere if he'd wanted to in his current state of dress.