He wrapped his long, strong, fingers around her wrist deftly and held it hovering over his cut so he could look at her. The rage blackout had given him some sort of clarity, everything suddenly felt brighter, warmer,  closer.  "It’s good to see you, Granger." He kept his expression neutral and let go of her wrist. His hand fell into his lap. It was good to see her, and just this once he allowed himself to speak the truth. He wouldn't pick her up and spin her in circles like Theo, but he could admit that much to himself. 