Eloquent, but not fluent. The Question was the type of man who studied well, remembered what he studied, but could never fully grasp it, not in the same way as Batgirl. He was a conversational speaker, not a native.
When his leg was grabbed, The Question knew what was about to happen next. He prepared himself for the throw, which allowed him to roll, much like a parkour practitioner, into a ball and come back up to his feet. He turned to face the young woman.
"Good."
He started to worry that he was a bit outclassed here, but that didn't show in his body language. There is an inhaling and exhaling that allowed him to center, much like Vic Sage did at the party earlier, and he assumed the stance of his master, Richard Dragon.
Of course, his center was lost for a brief flicker of fear, then anger. The League of Assassins? Why were they here?
"Did Shiva send you to test me, or to infiltrate the Bat's circle?"
His voice is cold, now. Steel. The Question was NOT happy.