She might have been aware of it, but he knew from the reading in this place that it had to rub her the wrong way that all those years, all those efforts, all those lives sacrificed that Hydra would continue on and kill and kill and manipulate this world to strip freedom from people. While he might not remember things about them, their time together, he knew how a good person worked having seen enough of the self-sacrificing types around. As his memories returned and perhaps the emotions that went with it, he might not feel the need to manipulate her as he was.

"I could be of use to you," he said softly, glancing at her through strands of dark hair. "I remember... a few things here and there about Hydra, and I could help if you wanted to focus on that." He knew a lot actually, and because Hydra often considered him docile and slumbering in the cooling process, he listened to things best left unsaid. He could be of help to her, but it would be for his benefit, so he obtained what he was missing and settled himself into a task that she could so easily direct him at. She knew how to command; he knew how to take orders as well as give them.

He gazed at her through his hair, and his expression shifted to an almost childish vulnerability. "To the end of the line," he whispered with a slight bob of his head. He did remember that now. "Do you... can you someday think of me fondly again, or has all I've done with Hydra tainted your opinion of me?"