If he held any real disdain for her at all beyond what came inspired by the world around, it doesn't last. Seeing a true and genuine smile, even if for reasons made up of falsehoods, it hearkens back to days spent elsewhere and people who actually preferred his company and likewise. There's a moment of homesickness for a place he'll never again, and then he's back into his role.

He brings his arms around her as well, giving one surprisingly warm for everything he is. He pulls back and matches her kiss for kiss, quicker than hers lest the feel of his stitches inflict distress. He steps back and beams.

So follows a twirling wave of his hand. Oh, you know. He gestures out, palms up, with one hand then the other, before bring them back up to clasp together. A little of this, a little of that. Both, as the usual. He gestures out at her then. And you?