Like the fact that you're a psychopathic ex-lawyer with a coin obsession that has nothing to do with arcade games or wealth management? Not a thing.

"Naah. Not like an encyclopedic knowledge of toxic waste discovery and remediation techniques is going to do much to clean up this dump. Shit, I have even made anyone any bombs." He'd offered, as much as it wasn't his usual M.O, but never gotten around to it.

"Nice remembering what Debbie looks like. Makes this place more pathetic to know what I could be doing." Which might still involve scrubbing floors, if her tolerance for his bachelor life was wearing thin, but she was a prettier taskmaster.

"So what's the trinket for? The little shield. Getting the low-down on the basement seems to be blood-from-stone territory." He wasn't sure Harvey knew, but an appeal to his knowledge couldn't hurt. People told him more if they thought they had the upper hand. He wasn't doing it because of the super-villain thing. Just habit. One that only backfired with people who knew him well enough to tell him to stop being a patronizing asshole and just admit he was just fishing for clues.