He hadn't meant that literally. That was supposed to be ironic and mocking. Why must this girl be so damnably earnest? Ah, well. Any honest answer would be either depressing or would completely blow his cover, and so he answers instead with something he's quite adept at giving: total lies. They even manage to sound cheery and convincing, in spite of the setting of their grim vigil.

"My word, I have so many. Capturing a rich heiress - old, preferably, and in ill health, so that she'll pass on quickly enough, leaving me with both a fabulous fortune and freedom...A widow would also do. Likewise, old and sick, please. What else? Ah, I want to star in a holodrama myself - I've the face for it, don't you think? A certain je ne sais quois? - because holodrama stars inevitably get free drinks wherever they go. Free drinks and rampant admiration of beautiful women. Ah, and I also want to start my own high-end winery. Producing fine champagne. My face will go on the label." He forms his thumbs and forefingers into a general rectangular shape and holds them up to his face, framing himself to demonstrate how the label will look.

Then he drops his hands and rolls his head over to look at her. "And yourself? Hopes and dreams?"