There was no "Mission Accomplished" banner. No codpiece. No false bravado. No rejoicing. No call to rejoice. No tooting his own horn.
There was patience and quiet, competent, deliberate confidence and determination. There was a somber air of having done something unpleasant that needed to be done and taking no personal glory in it. There was the matter of fact informing of the citizens about something they needed to know, as is his duty. There was credit where credit was due.
There was no festooning himself in sociopathic glee about the death of a man the world held in contempt. Even though many would think a strut would be justified. It didn't happen. It won't happen.
And there was no smirk. By god, there was no smirk.
And it was beautiful.