Doctor? [There's a flicker of something approaching fear in his eye. His face scrunches up.] ...I'll pass.

[He finishes off his toast, leaving Ed's remaining piece and some boiled egg for him. Dabbing buttery crumbs off his chin (and not missing any jam this time around,) he's satisfied to watch Ed eat a little.]

I'd much rather book a consultation with one of Gotham's finest oculists, which I was in the process of doing prior to my arrest. I want to look my best for when we pay James Gordon a visit. [He flashes a knife-sharp smirk over the rim of his mug.] A fresh cut and a new suit for a new lease on life.