"Okay," he agreed. He'd always been personal with emotions to begin with, which was a direct conflict with his usual behavior - which was to flaunt it, whatever it was. Except for legitimate emotions. He wasn't too good at flaunting those. "Thanks," he said quietly, tilting his head slightly, to brush his lips across her forehead, and then her eyelids. He wasn't sure what he was thanking her for. Loving him? That was a little pathetic. Or simply letting him know. Or existing. Maybe all of that.
"Anything else you need to get off your chest? Future plans to attack catholic churches?" He asked. "Any attempted murders I need to know about? Past felonies?"