"Well, I could say I lost your invite, but lying hardly suits me."

Crane imagines other people would be surprised to find Blake on their doorstep. In which case, they would hardly know the man. Persistant. Tenacious. More intelligent than people credit. Were Gotham policed by more like him, perhaps the streets would be safe at night. Not that they are safe during the day. Nor are the police all which make Gotham what it is.

He does not mirror that bland attempt at affability or humour. His face is emotionless as he steps aside, one hand holding the door. Perhaps he simply dislikes house parties?

"Though some people are such utter bores that lying becomes a chore. Come on in."