In my experience, you don't like getting your hands dirty. Harvey Dent's-- beneath your notice. He's a fly to your power. [ he shrugs ] Guess I'm reading too much into it.

[ He ignores the (almost pleasant) burn that creeps along his flesh; it's an afterthought. Endorphins are singing, and he realizes this is pretty much the end of objectivity. ]

At this point I think we should unpair. [ Normally he beats around the bush. Angles and uncertainty. But now? ] I seem to have left all objectivity in my other pants.