There was a joke there - Tabris and gifts and feigned jealousy - but he couldn't bring himself to make it. It wasn't really all that funny anymore.

Twisting slightly at the shoulder, he looked back and up at the matching maker burning above his head, instead. "Shepard had one too, but her's faded after a time. Mine has remained..." he offered softly. Not all that helpful, he imagined, but it was what he had.

Trailing off, he turned back and offered a small smile.

"For the moment."