He shook his head, "The truth, sir, has always been out," Sweeney leaned back and raised a brow. "and I'll leave this city in your capable hands. However, I would like to let you know that I've given some thought to the LeBeaus and that whole brood. Artan would be such a waste of talent, and if it weren't for him, you wouldn't have that information in front of you now. He's good with computers and tattoos, but not much else, I'm afraid. And there's no doubt a force worthy of godly proportions holing up the rest of his friends, which leaves one last little thorn in your side. One you'd likely enjoy very much."
He didn't look into The Joker's eyes -- in fact, he didn't look into anyone's, it was some sort of habit, a nervous reaction he had for everything and everyone -- but he did look up at him, smiling warmly. "How much do you know about demons? And by that, I don't mean demons like you or I have been said to be, but demons of the quite literal sort?"