[ Proud of everything he's ever done in his life? Maybe not, but he's certainly not been regretful about anything. They gave him a commendation for one of the worst things he's ever done, after all, and he certainly didn't feel any remorse or regret over that. A strange sort of pride, really. But he's not going to get into an argument over any of it. He's already aware that a lot of people balk at the idea that he could be proud of something so despicable, and having to justify it to people is one of the last things he'd want to waste time doing. Working for I&I isn't something to be proud of, either, but he is.

Better to focus on her rare display of gratitude. He shrugs the apology off, lets go of her wrist and retrieves her empty glass and his, nodding in the direction of the ensuite. ]

You look a fucking mess. There's towels in the bathroom. Get yourself cleaned up. If you can't do it, bring a wet towel here and I'll do it for you.

[ He's putting the decision in her hands, moving off to pour the both of them another drink. ]