"I don't imagine it was all that difficult for you, relatively speaking." She can recall the way he used to sneak into her quarters, traversing rooftops silently and with ease, slinging himself through her window with hardly a sound. She can imagine him employing those same skills in a more bureaucratic sense.

She meets his gaze with a slightly furrowed brow, a bit confused, before she has a chance to think about it. "Of course. After all, what better to recall fond memories?"

She doesn't mention that she'd almost driven herself mad wondering if it had all been a dream. A hallucination. She doesn't mention that seeing him now eases decades upon decades of haunting self-doubt.