"Oh, really? He's not?" he follows along into the living room, still glancing about suspiciously as though there exists some chance he could see the hidden specters, too.

"In that case, can I... ask you something? About Eddie?" he seems to be more shy asking about that then the promise of inflicted carnal sadism in his very near future. His uncertain gaze flickers to Riddler's splay of tools and toys, and shifts to something more curious and and eager.