"It's true, I guess you don't make for a very good spy if you're all flashy about it like in the movies." Closest thing he ever got to a real James Bond type was Ada, and she wasn't flashy so much as very in command of the situation. Also she was corporate espionage and once again: That's Different.

In any case, he huffs as Number 6 reveals his hand, shaking his head.

"Sounds like a plan to me. She, uh, waiting for you back home?" He seems a little uneasy asking, given his assumption that 'back home' means 'in the land of the living, where they all came from respectively, and obviously are all trying to get back to'. But this guy seems so confident that he'll see her again that he can't help but wonder if there's some sort of disconnect happening here.