[ his eyes flicker.

it's a literal thing: a there-and-gone glitter of luminescent, poisonous gold like a guttering candle or the reflection off of a cat's eyes— but he blinks, ducking his head, and there's no sign of it after. ]

It has been a few years for me, and a lot has happened. I would hope that I've grown.

[ and then, wry: ]

...I fear saying that you've changed as well would be stating the obvious.