That's... probably an extremely accurate description. He still does the cocky smile, but it's not the same. There's a lot more behind it, and it's not always as heartfelt as it was back then.
"I'm probably a better man now," he admits, smiling at the stroking of his face, before glancing down at the photo again. "That was... you remember Estelle? With the faeries? She took that photo. She was so proud of me, going off to fight, so happy. And I thought I could do it. Could use my immortality to help with the war effort, by going where other men couldn't, going back in again and again." So cocky. So sure of himself.
"Except it lost me her. I died, and they told her, and then I couldn't go back. Not until enough time had passed that I could pretend to be my own son."