I didn't plan that far ahead, honestly. For someone who enjoys their best laid plans, I supposed improvisation would be required for this particular venture. [He saw him backing out, and leaned his weight on the umbrella.]

You're acting skittish. The appearance of a stricken canine is unbecoming of a man of your notoriety. [He walked to follow him, mostly because his nose was tickling and he didn't know whether it was the flowers or something else. He pulled a handkerchief out of his jacket though to itch at it, before replacing it] I won't tell if you won't, and I'll wait until our next little discussion to find out more about what it is you do. I assume you've had a lot to absorb, in a very short period of time. As have I.

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[He followed the path of the handkerchief with his eyes, a weakness? Illness? The thought gave him a confidence boost, As did Seven's agreement to end the conversation. The possibility of escape always lent strength. He'd used that trick on his victims.]

You flatter me. [He splayed his fingers, but kept his elbows in, not willing to give the other man open access to his body. Again all he had were physical blocks.]

[Joker shrugged,] who would I tell? [He eyed the exit, but hesitated, then waved for Seven to go first.]

[Now, he could easily get stabbed in the back as he went through the door. He could do about anything, really. Kick him down the steps, spit at him, something else equally base.

But when had he ever been the coward? Besides, it appeared as though the Joker knew fully well what the response to violence would be.]

I speak but the truth. Good day, Joker! [He pops off the hat in clownish salute, before he heads through the exit in front of the Joker. And delights in sliding down the first stair railing, using his cane-like umbrella to balance.]