He thinks about what she says as he accepts her hand. Right. Payoff. She had mentioned it once before -- about Elena, about getting married. He assumes it must have happened after they bagged Lazarevic -- he can't imagine what would have possessed him to go for it. At least not at the time. Maybe he had an epiphany after kicking an immortal foreigner in his shriveled steroid nads.

"Well," he starts awkwardly. It wasn't that he didn't love Elena. He did -- enough that it was hard to admit to out loud without being embarrassed. She hadnt been the first. Hadn't been the only. "I guess."

That's really all he can say. There had been something wittier attached, but he finds himself missing Elena too much to make the joke.