The words - 'your victory' - aren't lost on him. And perhaps that's something he files away for later because he does believe there will be one. There has to be. The complexity of this particular situation, the many threads that are woven together, albeit fraying in places, are going to take time to pick apart again. Difficult as it may be, he welcomes the chance to work through it all and that he may do this with Enver is something he's only just realised is the fundamental basis he wishes to work from.

So he simply nods, holds the other man's gaze for a moment and then feels the need to turn to business proper else he never will.

"To the matter of the brain," he says with a note of finality and pulls away, moving towards the chapel doors and to his companions beyond. He hopes that Enver will follow him, but he understands if he needs a few more moments alone.