Chewing slowly, Oswald's lips pull into a strange, thinly-pressed smile that edges toward something sad or at least regretful before he shakes his head.

Swallowing so as not to speak with his mouthful, Oswald reaches for the wine Ed has provided to avoid any direct eyecontact.

"It would have been, yes. However it would appear fate would rather keep me out of office and instead has provided new pastures full of exciting opportunities and previously untapped potential."

It's a very PR kind of response. He pauses to drink, his gaze still averted to the other side of the room.

"I had neglected my true calling and standing in Gotham, I realise that now. So it was only fitting to return to it with fresh eyes and renewed vigour."

Still stalling, definitely.

"The Iceberg Lounge. It was time for a rebrand. Something new. To mark the coming of changing times."