He nods slowly, popping the last bit of his sandwich in his mouth and chewing thoughtfully while she speaks. He appears to be weighing what she's saying, trying to judge for himself whether or not he can trust her.

"You actually think there's hope for me," he says at last, his tone sounding almost stunned. He's keeping his eyes downcast, and his brows remain slightly furrowed, like he's at a loss as to what to make of that. "Nobody thinks that. Hell, even Harley doesn't really think that..."

Then, more quietly: "If we try this, everyone will say I'm just tricking you. They'll call you a fool for not beating me senseless the first time you saw me. You know that, right?"