[The laugh is familiar and not. The smile. The smile makes his skin crawl just a little and he's not certain why. He doesn't understand it, but he considers that it might be another trick of this place. It can make him desire someone. It might also be able to make him dislike someone. He has to brush it aside in the face of that. Because honestly, this young man looks nothing like Jerome or his more twisted brother, Jeremiah.

His eyebrows knit. Even stranger than someone would immediately refer to themselves as a good role model. He feels bad if that's the truth. This place does terrible things to good people.

He realizes he's being rude when the hand is held out. The name actually gives him pause and he tilts his head a little.] I'm sure you get this all the time, mate. But that's a right unfortunate name your parents stuck you with. [He takes the hand anyway and though Alfred looks like he's been through it and then some, his handshake is still as strong as ever.] Alfred Pennyworth. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr Doe.