[ Dick is an immovable object. He dated Barbara Gordon. Helena Bertinelli. Starfire.

Except. Well.

Loki is stunning. Beautiful in her own way, and more than that, she's charming. He likes her.

But Alfred raised a proper (™) gentleman, and it definitely seems like this is kind of... probably the done thing wherever she's from. Asgard. Leering doesn't feel right, while she's placing even that much trust in him. It's not a good precedent, if he really wants to know her better. If he wants to be friends.

But it also doesn't feel right to totally avert his eyes there either, as if she's doing something wrong or shameful. So instead he tries gamely to strike the awkward balance between looking and... not looking. The blush on his cheeks is telling, but for the most part he pulls it off well. ]

Ray Palmer. A good man. [ There, a sad thought to fixate on. He runs a awkward hand through his mussed hair. ]

Yeah? Housing getting a little cramped? [ It does kind of look it from down here in two-bedroom town. ]

I can't believe they just gave you a bed and called it a day while Ray and I got a suite to ourselves.