The lighter could be used for any number of things. Lighting a cigarette. Illuminating his features. He keys the Starlites for automatic adjustment, and his frown deepens. "If my answer is 'no', will you leave?"

Damn her, the closer she gets, the harder it is to think. To react. She's no threat to him, savvy or not she doesn't have a tenth of his training. But she's remarkable, and that's always been his kryptonite. He finds himself wondering if she'd get along with Selina.

(Or Talia.)