"... does he? 'He' seems pretty stuck, up there."

It had been a long time since anybody other than Grayson and maybe Pennyworth had told him stories, and even they had to spoonfeed them to him. So he, basically, didn't recognize the hint.

Then he rolled his eyes. "How good can snow with flavor taste? That's stupid."

It wasn't said with the explicit intent to offend. Just with the kind of conviction that came with believing - or disbelieving - something.