He listened, frowning at the story he was being told. He didn't like any of it, but it couldn't be helped now. It was over and everyone was back to where they were supposed to be. And he figured that the "she" Jonathan was referring to was none other than his own flesh and blood.
His long fingers trailed into Jonathan's black hair, toying gently with the mop of darkness, "Jonathan, darling I have no plans to leave you now or ever. Why would I?" Despite the fact that Scarecrow had almost killed him....but he had let that go already.
"Let's do something, yeah? You and me? We can find someone to torment, plan a heist, find someone to scare....like old times." He purred softly into Jonathan's ear, trying to coax him back into a good mood.