Matt took his first sip of mocha while Lynne greeted him back, and nearly spat it out a moment later when she admitted to thinking he looked good. Smirking, and licking the cream off his upper lip, Matt leaned back on the chair comfortably. "What, are you saying I didn't look good in the Batman costume? I think I kicked some ass, thank you very much."
He crossed his legs a moment later and looked at Lynne properly for the first time in years. She hadn't aged, or changed all that much, either. "Yeah, lucky me. And you, too, apparently." Of course he wasn't counting the fact that her 'boyfriend' had gone apeshit on her. He wasn't even going to mention it.