Battler is wearing what they gave him in his bag - so probably not the crisp suit or usual clothes he might have worn in the past. But he doesn't seem to mind. He's comfortable enough. But he's still the same Battler - albeit maybe a bit more at ease in general. Maybe he's accepted something about himself. Or maybe he's just getting used to all of the weird bullshit swirling around him and his family.

He takes a drink of his own lemonade, giving her a careful glance, "...well. I care a lot about Beato, that's true. And I'd like to make her happy..."

He sighs softly and puts his chin in his hand, "...I care about you, too, though. You - you're not Beatrice, not exactly, but you're also... still her in a way. Or she's sort of you. You're still someone I care about and I wouldn't want to just... I don't know - do something dumb like treat you like you're not worth keeping around."