"No, no. I do. It's just..." He paused, gathering his words together. It was a rarity for him to think before speaking. Marvels never did cease. ".... My life's been defined more by a lack of love then by presence of it. Sometimes, I forget what it feels like 'till it comes 'round again." Hundreds of years old and he could still be as clueless as any other teenager when it came to his emotions.

He smiled, eyes crinkling up at the corners as she scratched his head. "All is forgiven, so long as you keep on scratching my head like that."