Robin sometimes wondered whether things had changed between them somehow. This affection. Maybe Anael was right. Maybe... well, it didn't matter what they called it.

But then he would remember when Prometheus had returned the time before. How he'd been so cold. And he'd remember that this Prometheus was here on borrowed time.

He opened the door to his office and led them inside. Then he perched on the edge of his desk and said, "Watch out," before popping the cork on the bottle.