Oh, he knows that smile. He's seen it before and he's worn it before but it's hardly the maker of a challenge being hat he is, most honestly, interested.

When she hands out the paper, he takes it between the tips of two fingers and looks it over. Unconcerned, for the moment, of what it said. More interested in what her writing style said about her. Sliding it in half he rises and grasps her hand. Firm, one shake. A short nod.

"And you,"a calm about him as he even offers to see her to the door.