[That whole deal of not eating or drinking, but giving off the impression that you are? He doesn't notice it right away. Jason's too busy crafting a plan about everyone else in the room, and he gets caught up. He's always gotten caught up. It's one of those flaws of his. He can't help it.

(And for what it's worth, he should be more careful, but he's been around too many people who catch on to that trick.)

But as he steps nearer, it clicks in. He's gotten better. He isn't Robin anymore, and he's supposed to be on his crusade to take over Gotham, to rip it bleeding and crying away from Bruce. He has to be as good as Bruce.

No, he has to be better.

So, as he notes the goblet's appearance, he takes in all he needs to know.]

Then I'm in for a real treat, [he replies quickly.] But forward? You could say so. If you're out for me, then this could be trouble. And if you're not, well, I might be able to find you someone else to munch on. [And if she knows now to drink, to put on a front, she might be a good person to check things out with.

Bravado aside, it looks like it could potentially be a win-win situation.]