[When he speaks again, his voice is surprisingly soft compared to his usual firm tone.]

Diana...

[She's so brave, even now. But maybe, just maybe...he's mistaking it for something else, different than bravery? They don't know whether they'll get out of here or not, but it sure feels nice to imagine going on a real date someday.]

All I can offer are biscuits, but we can eat them together for dinner.

[He smiles bitterly to himself.]

I'll tell you whatever you'd like to know.