He knew the emotions were hollow, but the fact that he bothered showed the rift had mended, at least in part.
It wasn't that he felt he was any less demonic, for loving the Angel, at least not for having the love. But neither of them could deny the ripple effect, his newfound conscience, as he deemed it, was unfitting of his position. It was the beating himself up, that he attributed to his Love, and that he was ashamed of. Rather than bicker the point, he nodded, giving Alexi's hand a squeeze.
"I will remember myself from now on, Brother, I promise you that." That much, he could do. Espeically with the prospect of everything that had been laid out in front of him.