[The compliment hits harder than he means it to, a momentary twist of his mouth belying how unexpected it is - his eyes? No. Surely not. One does not appreciate the darkness of an abyss. Its merely another move in this grand game, and he will not falter.]

And what of them? I have my eyes, and they do their job well. Do you wish to expand on what you mean? [A little tilt of the head, his mouth widening into a grin.] I don't need openings. You're a smart man, and I'll surprise you where I see fit. I want to keep you on your toes.