He turned his head to look at her, blinking a moment- he hadn't really considered himself lucky, because he hadn't really considered himself in this equation at all. But he was lucky. After a lifetime of abuse at Dante's hand, he had his long-lost father, his deceased wife, and his niece back in one home, and nothing Dante could do could take that away from him.
There was a faint softening in his eyes before he turned his head, a smug smirk on his face. "I've always been lucky," he said, tone completely belying how much he was affected by these thoughts. "I'm just awesome that way."