As his head rose up his eyes took in the situation. He could tell she had been at the desk for some time. The half drunk, likely cold coffee, the crumbs from some pastry or other crumbly treat were evident. Nightwing also noticed that Black Canary was dressed to go out, regardless of his answer she had been prepared. Her defensive posture was not losg upon him, but he made no movement to attack just yet.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"Getting ready to head out?"</span>He asked in response to her attire.<br/><br/>It was a bit rhetorical because he hardly gave her a chance to answer. He stood tall over her as he swiftly maneuvered to the chair she sat in. He had mastered the glare Bruce had taught him as he used it now.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"You need to relax. I am not here to fight, at least not yet. I am not sure what my answer is to be honest. If it is a fight you want though I can oblige you. Though if you would prefer to hear me out, I am willing to help you find this lead of yours, then I will make up my mind." <br/>
</span><br/>It was the best offer she was going to get from him. As long as she remained defensive he would do so too. Should she choose to attack he would try his best to defend. Nightwing was having some troubles keeping his eyes focused. Between her seductive and sexy eye makeup, and her heaving breasts he could peer down and catch a fair portion of there was no easy place to avert his eyes.