"Lucky, then, that I'm used to gifts with teeth." It's dry, but there's a crooked smile with it, a quiet acknowledgement of backhanded blessings.

He's glad to be whole, alive, and something like safe for the time being. That's an improvement on his previous circumstances, and treacherous champagne aside, he'll take it.

He's not an optimist, generally, but he's not quite cynical enough to damn the *entire* mess.

"It is a very interesting situation," he concedes after another moment. "And, I have to admit that it's refreshing to talk about things openly. I'm used to secrets." And lies.