"Yeah, I'd love to try it, please." Dick's pulse sped up at the touch over his wrist, and he laid his palm flat on the table, smiling over at Hartley. Of course, that meant that his foot took up the tapping, but he kept his knee away from the table, so it shouldn't be too bad. His eyes crinkled a bit more. "Then I'll be sure to get some of those, next time."

It was - he felt good, here. With Hartley. And now with coffee. He felt like his whole body was thrumming with an easy energy that he could put to use. That he could make something good out of. And he wanted to, despite what the multiple IDs in his car said, or what anything else meant or could mean.

But the reminder of his past dialed down the brightness of his smile, the feeling of - well. Happiness. He took a long breath, eyes down on the table, then looked up at Hartley again.

"Yeah, probably. Though Gotham or not, I'll totally be coming over to visit. Whatever the reason I had for coming here in the first place, I've got a better one, to revisit."