[He's grateful for Grell's acceptance of his hand, and with it is now free to add another over top. He doesn't reply for several long moments, as he instead only looks into her eyes, heavy with a sense of meaningfulness, as if he is staring deep into her soul, or at last meeting the love of his life again after a decade - more, even. Jekyll squeezes her hand between his own as he finally offers a reply.]

No, it is not unusual at all. And yet, I am so glad to know you regard me so fondly. Perhaps it does not reach the level with which my own eyes behold you, but it is enough to know this feeling is not utterly and entirely unrequited. I shall hold friendship equally dearly.