"It is," He chuckled and paused for a second before offering his next words carefully. "Did you want to try it?" Piper finally asked with a small smile. "Oh. Uh, I really like the danishes myself."

Piper watched Dick's fidgeting with no small amount of amusement. Trickster was the same way sometimes. The man couldn't seem to sit still. Of course, unlike James, Hartley knew he could get away with something as daring as reaching across the table and laying his hand across Dick's to help stem the restless staccato of his fingers against the tabletop. Trickster was just as wrapped up in the pseudo-homophobia of so many of the other Rogues. He'd gotten better over the years as he'd matured but Piper still smarted on the inside just a little when he found himself at the center of those unpleasant digs and barbs against his sexuality. Only Rory and Cold had seemed disinterested in the Pied Piper's inclinations back in the day.

But that was the past, Hartley had to mentally remind himself. "I'm happy for you, Dick. At this rate I imagine we'll solve the mystery of your identity by the end of the day." Piper encouraged with a quiet laugh.

Mischief gleamed in Piper's eyes though his gaze didn't follow Dick's as it briefly wandered to Antonio who was all but beaming from behind his place at the counter. "Yes, it does show. But I'm sure Antonio will appreciate seeing how much you enjoy his coffee." Those fingers hadn't moved away from Dick's hand yet either.