He doesn't answer right away. He has been well, but it seems like a very paltry descriptor after seventeen years. He is not content - he does not think contentment is in his nature.

"I've built a life I find rewarding," he says, turning his back to her and walking to a cabinet, leaving her standing pointlessly beside the chair. He unlocks it with a neat click, pulls out a bottle of Tokay, and turns back toward her again, smiling just a little as he gestures slightly with it, offer and inquiry.

"Wine? I'd have laid aside a better vintage if I'd known I was ever going to see you again."