[He nods to her, probably the closest to a bow he will ever give. Nothing particularly personal will come up, but he knows better to continue a conversation when he doesn't think he'll be getting what he wants. Whether she wants to meet again isn't up to her, not to him. He will seek her out, until he's satisfied he can get nothing from her and then... well, they would see, wouldn't they?]
To you, as well. Thank you for humoring me.
[And he'll walk off, to enjoy this peaceful morning in the darkness of his room.]