Resisting the urge to fall back towards him, Selina let out a small sigh. His fingers at her throat - she should know better than this. He should know better. It was like playing with fire touching her in that way. Selina closed her eyes for a second finger his fingers linger on her skin, holding her hand.
"Let's not make any promises shall we?" She replied softly, "After all, we always seem to break them." It felt bitter sweet saying it, but it was the truth.
"I'll be in Gotham, I'm not going anywhere. If you need me, just..." She tailed off, furrowing her eyebrows, considering her words. "...Well - you know how to get hold of me."
Why was this so hard? Why was he so different? Inside Selina bristled. It wasn't rage as such, not directed towards him. There were two options for her right now and one was looking more likely than the other. A night on the tiles in Gotham was certainly becoming more and more appealing.