Good. I'd really prefer not to kill him.

[Seems like it would be messy. He turns towards that kiss, humming a pleased little sound despite, you know, vague death threats. He's in a good mood.]

It seems that way. And on top of it, he's coming to terms with millennia of being a sanctimonious prat and thinking it wasn't his choice to be exactly that.

[That's rough, clearly.] I think he tried to apologize to me.