You're not feeling even a touch nostalgic? [He accentuates his movements by striding up to her, stretching out his hand -- and just barely, just briefly, the gossamer film of his fingertips float over her cheek.

He withdraws it before she could use such a motion against him. He didn't doubt her resourcefulness.]

I'm not lying, Danger, you know I don't lie. [He never considered omitting a fact the same thing.] Tell me, how have you been?

[A sly, longer beat, until:] I've been thinking about you.