[On his mind, huh. The first thing that pops up is the unwanted (or so he'd insist) memory of Saber's face, cold and callous and cutting straight through him. He tries to shake the image away, because wasn't that the point of this, to forget her?]
[He smiles at Raven, a bit more subdued this time.] Nothing, really. The usual things. [He glances at her,] And how I normally wouldn't admit that.