"Oh, so we're reminding me that everyone fooled me, again? What a gift," Paul says, in the mildest of mock-affront, and then laughs at himself wide and bright enough to rock Kaworu's resting head on his stomach.

It doesn't bother him, which is a surprise all on its own. Possibly because it's not the kind of conspiracy against him he's trained to look for, or possibly because he trusts them enough to allow for surprises - to lower his guard to the degree that he's finally stopped sifting their every word and gesture for secondary meanings automatically.

People here, especially these two, tend to say and do what they mean the first time. Paul is trying to emulate that, even in his pleasant, simmeringly warm state, although he still tends to circle his meaning first, as intentional about honesty as he is about deception.

"I forgive you both, again," he says, magnanimously, and taps his pencil against the back of Kaworu's hand, "Do you think it looks done yet?"