Something softened in Gladio, at that, as it always did, with that reminder. He would have wrapped his arms around Nell and pulled her in closely, protectively, if it weren't for the fact that he preferred, in that moment, just to hold that adoring gaze in his own. It brought almost all of that bravado of his down into a soft tenderness, grateful that he could be that for her....or hell, that even anyone still could, after all she'd been through.

"'Cause I really am just that good," he said, because he was still very much him, but it was much more gentle and barely even cocky at all, reflected in that soft shift of his smile.

And, much more seriously, with another kiss on her forehead and now going to pull her into that warm protective embrace, he added, "And pretty damn lucky, too."