You've got panache - no one's debating that. But right now? I really wouldn't mind chatting with Eddie, even if he can be a little slow up on the uptake... concerning matters of the heart, at least.

[He slides his hand out from under Ed's to fold his arms, glancing aside, a sullen set to his jaw.]

Let's just say that there were several louts behind bars who were "obsessed" with me in their own way. [It's not a direct comparison - he has no reason to believe Riddler would want to terrify and hurt him. But he imagines he'd feel more comfortable exploring emotions around someone about as awkward and anxious as he is in the moment, more on his level than Riddler is.]

Not that I believe that your... intentions for me align with theirs, because I'm more than certain they don't. But I'd rather not think about what I managed to escape.