Glancing at the lady that walked beside him, Rogar managed to crack a smile. A regular one. Mostly. Not the same sort of one that was worn when he was on a murderous rampage, but something more genuine than that. Not that Arkana would even be able to see it, as the lower portion of his face was covered in a gas mask that he rarely removed.
But rather than seeing it, Arkana was a special person, and even when he didn't say what he meant to say or emote the way he wanted to, she seemed to be able to tell what he meant or intended anyway.