He moves his other hand up to her face -- slowly, so she hopefully doesn't see it as an attack -- and brushes the back of a fingertip down her cheek.

"Funny old universe. There is every reason in the worlds for you and I to be enemies. So much of the power you represent is anathema to me, and make no mistake, you have done reprehensible things. And yet, I recognize every shred of it within myself. There are worlds on which my name is a curse, have I ever told you that? Races among whom the whisper of my name brings shudders and worried glances. Sometimes I think that if your enemies knew the worst of the things I have done, they would turn away from you and lock me in a prison even more inescapable than yours."