[In the end he just sighs a little, shoulders slightly hunched. The alarms blaring in his head are ignored, passed off as fatigue and surpise.]
...A friend of mine said the same thing. [His lousy lying skills. In fact she sort of reminds him of Natasha. Something in the way she moves... His eyes flick away from her gaze, before returning.] The fault was mine. All the same... I'm glad it's over. And that everyone's been understanding about it.