She leaned back, and he really did take the opportunity to look at her properly. She hadn't changed too much over the years, but really the most noticeable thing was that she didn't have her scar. He reached out and ran his fingers across the smooth skin where it was meant to be, feeling a strange mixture of feelings. There was a tiny bit of guilt, knowing that he would put her through that eventually. But he also felt a great deal of pride when he looked at that scar - knowing how strong she was, what she was capable of.
He realised that he was probably being a little odd. "You're beautiful," he told her. "I mean, you still are, don't worry. You age very well indeed," he assured her, with a bit of a chuckle.