Riddler's patience is already being strained. He wants to kiss again, to work at it until they have it down perfect.

But Oswald withdraws and Riddler sighs softly, nodding his understanding. "Yes. I understand. I'd worry this was a dream, but I've barely slept since I got out of Arkham." He's been busy. He's been wary. He hasn't been sure Olga wouldn't put him down with that shotgun of hers that she still claims is to keep down rabbits in the non existent garden.