He returned the embrace immediately, despite the discomposure. He wouldn't push for what was bothering Diva, but he would provide any comfort he could - and he always enjoyed being close regardless.

A soft, indignant chuckle was his first response to the confession, and then a thoughtful frown as she continued. "Perhaps the Machine is blending fond memories?" Was it capable of such a thing? Who knew, really.

And then, with a rather coy smile despite the hue of his cheeks, "And no, Diva, I wouldn't mind."