It's his turn for an eyebrow arch, though his is slow and sardonic. His head's still caught in that slight, fascinated, tilt. Like he just is not sure what he is looking at.
"I can hardly speak for my father, but you don't need to convince me that your soul isn't worth the trouble. Thirty seconds in your presence has done quite a good job of it." Fascinating, audacious, ballsy, attractive? Yeah, he's interested in all sorts of ways. Deeply. Sharply. Too intensely. That doesn't mean he's going to admit to it. "You do need to convince me that you are worth dealing with and that a single person in Gotham is willing to accept your help."
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"I can hardly speak for my father, but you don't need to convince me that your soul isn't worth the trouble. Thirty seconds in your presence has done quite a good job of it." Fascinating, audacious, ballsy, attractive? Yeah, he's interested in all sorts of ways. Deeply. Sharply. Too intensely. That doesn't mean he's going to admit to it. "You do need to convince me that you are worth dealing with and that a single person in Gotham is willing to accept your help."