The handshake doesn't quite work. Some of Marcus' grim sense of being in over his head is fading as he starts to appreciate the total difference in body language. Probably that's the minimum that Bruce Wayne does to protect his secret, but it's a striking change. Marcus doesn't follow him, but pivots to watch.

"Yeah, well. In this case, that'd be because he was really hoping I'd stand him up." Hands back in his jacket pockets, cagey and uncomfortable. "First time, yeah. Here for work." Don't stare, Marcus, don't sound so snide — but he can't help it. Probably the champagne isn't helping him swallow down what he's desperate to say, which is can we be done with the bullshit now please. "Recommend me the sights?"