[He smiles the same smile he always does around her, one that never really reaches his eyes the way the mask he wears around the angels has to, but still one that's soft, almost amused, never hostile. After all, with her help... soon, it would all be done.]
... I'm honored. You aren't often the type to be sentimental about the past. [He knows she isn't really being sentimental now, not exactly. But well, this is how they talk.]