His expression, for some reason, faltered slightly at that wish for him, only to return to his usual stoic impassiveness a moment later. He didn't really know why he reacted like that, though he suspected it was because that hope might never be fulfilled. It was a rather melancholy thought, to be sure, and one that he acknowledged then brushed off as quickly as it came.

"We'll see." He'd offer her that much, at least. "Excuse me," he added, in lieu of a goodbye, then headed off.