Yeah, see, that? That I don't get. [He returns to his desk and leans against it. In a fluid motion, Jason grabs his own drink and sips it carefully. Unlike her, he's going to savor it. He feels like he should.]

You weren't willing to listen before, though. You wanted to wait until we were in each other's presence. For me, there isn't anything sentimental about us being like ... this. [Jason motions his hand forward to indicate the two of them being in the same room before it comes back to rest at his side.]

Because I barely know you. I could lie. I should lie, but would it even work? You'd pick up on it soon enough. If you're going around and asking for Red Hood like that, someone else is gonna spill the wrong information to you. [At this, he pauses to take a sip, tilting the glass up against his mouth. His eyes squint as he drinks it down. It burns, but he can handle it. After a few seconds, he decides to finish off the contents. You know what? Fuck savoring it. This whole thing is a mess.]

I don't know if we've missed our ... bonding time in the future after I finished up in Gotham, or if you're from a whole different world. But either way, the—[way you're looking at me, like I'm someone important]—... fact that you're here, you're not going to be happy with the results. Because that isn't ever gonna happen now.