Dick's lips softened as he glanced at Hartley as they were coming inside. There were too many things that bothered him and nagged him about what they'd found, what he remembered, and what he couldn't, to accept any bigger compliment. But this one? This one was easy and casual and it warmed him through.

Enough that he smirked at the man behind the counter. "Thanks, but I thought you repeated yourself, you had it all at 'friend of Hartley's,' as far as the good taste part is concerned."

He spoke with a confidence as though he knew what he was talking about, rather than just improvising, except for the part where the affection was there, too.

Then he gave him a once over, and turned the smile back at the redhead beside him, suddenly acutely aware of the kiss from the parking lot... and how wanted more of the same was. "Anything you'll recommend to go with the coffee?"