It was hard not to be happy to hear that. Much would have to be feeling pretty damn sorry for himself not to at least smile. He smiled, and with the same ease he reached out and took her hand and squeezed it. "I like you too," he said. "Although maybe that's just because you're fighting against what you are and defiant women are my type?" He was joking, but that didn't make it any less true. "I like that you're... like, making a conscious choice who to be. It's cool."