Hartley kept most of it from his face, yes, but he din't exactly bother to correct his body language. Dick could see the disappointment in the way his shoulders fell, the slight tension in his spine. The sound of his voice.

So Dick moved, closer, shoulders touching. He couldn't figure out why the change. (The make-up did not in any way call up an image of a woman. It was just... there.)

After a moment of proximity, he managed a smile, too, his voice much stronger. "You're right, of course. But can we pick up coffee on the way to the hotel?"