He chuckles at that, nodding. "It was good. More than that, there's this," he says, gesturing between them. "Spent a lot of years surrounded by minions that feared me, and those waiting to kill me. You were the first person I didn't feel wasn't one or the other." Or a daughter, though Waverly would deny that as well.

"I don't plan on it." Which isn't saying much given he is pretty sure his existence itself is cursed. "I think I told you the same at some point. Maybe I just thought it." But then he'd seen it wasn't entirely one sided, even if he thought Vasquez could do better. Doesn't matter if he can. Matters he's in love with that idiot they share a house with.