[She pats his hand in return. It is a brief point of contact, her hand calloused and his knuckles worn, and then it's gone and she's leaning to rest against the arm of the chair, fingers lacing idly.]

Well it's only taken you a handful of centuries, but I'm glad you've begun to realize it.

[That said, she's not about to let him fully recover; she might as well get as much advantage out of his half-sleep as she can. Let no one say she cannot recognize a strategic advantage when it all but falls into her lap.]

Now, I'm prepared to give you a half hour more but after that we'll need to be on our feet if we're to make the curtain.