[ The cocktail length of the cigarette holder is settled between two rows of teeth that some claim are religiously sharpened. He can taste blood, that Cobblepot. He takes it with two fingers, tapping out ash into the nearby, porcelain tray. All the while, his eyes watch her. One behind a monocle, they both remain fixed. ]
oh my god. h e l l o.
And yet, the question remains.