Pleased that she's finally giving in to the tea, Joker watches her fix herself a cup, memorizing exactly how she does it. Next time, he'll be able to offer it to her just the way she likes it.

"You know, I think I may have misjudged you." He's certain he hasn't, actually, but his voice and eyes seem perfectly sincere. His brows draw together slightly: not quite apologetic, but close. "You see, I'm just so used to violent remediation." He averts his eyes. Shakes his head. "Batman. The police. Asylum wardens... I saw you close your fist on the table there, and I... Well, I guess I assumed you were the same as all the rest."

Slowly, carefully, he allows himself to look at her again. He looks like he's studying her, perhaps even truly seeing her for the first time. "But you're not, are you?"