What made her so perfect of a villain for him in her distilled hatred of all of his betrayal backed by all of the passion she'd ever had for him - perfect passionate hatred - was that she knew him entirely too well. She had the knowledge, and she had Analise's talent for manipulating him. His mind did work against him, reading Analise into every tiny movement until he was sure it was her, until he'd completely overlook any signs to the contrary in that hopeful certainty. It had cost her boredom, but her patience was rewarded with a wide buffer for error...not that she'd likely need it.

He rushed forward as she fell back, picking her up and holding her cheek. "Analise!" He doesn't even question his cry of her name, so sure he is that it's her.