He gives Marcus the same laugh he’d give an actual stranger for the joke, pulling out a decanter half full of brown and two glasses from the cabinet. “Well. It’s self-serving, but Wayne Industries headquarters was a modern marvel in the late twenties, and in my humble opinion, it’s damn near perfect still.”

Bottoms full, no rocks, poured as freely as he talks. “The old train station is a mall these days, and well worth the walk around. There are a few statues around city hall that would take your breath away. And of course, there’s the cathedral tour.” He gives Marcus a half-grin as he brings the glasses over, offering one by the rim. “If you go for that sort of thing. What kind of work do you do?”