[A small bubble of a laugh slips from between pensive lips, which turns into more. Dick snorts, and then laughs outright at Bruce, because they both know how likely he is to share much of anything beyond the mission with the class, even if that class is made of one singular sensation like Dick Grayson. There's another chuckle that comes with being so light-headed as Dick realizes that he just thought of himself as a singular sensation. Isn't there a song... and that's where he cuts off that thought process with another laugh.

Shaking his head, Dick's brain flips back to Bruce. Dick gazes at the long, slender fingers that encircle the rim of the glass, deepening his breath so that the mirth dies down. When he finally does turn his gaze upward at Bruce, he finds those eyes again. They catch the edge of his breath, slide along his frame and twist his stomach into a knot, the kind he's unfamiliar with in this sort of territory. ]

Right, you're a regular old Wikipedia full of information. Let me just haul out my computer here and plug it in. I'm sure it'll come up with something.

[Dick tried to take his mind off Bruce by thinking about open books. Books implied encyclopedias, but they were far beyond the day and age for those. Those were ancient things that sat lonely and strategically placed on a bookshelf that might have been covered in dust if Alfred wasn't so damn good at his job at the manor library.

It didn't really work. Maybe there was a thought, and maybe it happened unconsciously, Dick reaches a hand over and pats Bruce's knee, sliding it up his leg a little before pulling away. A sigh follows along with the quick wetting of his lips and then another deep sip of his drink. There were always safer topics.]

How's alfred then. I know he's probably the same as always, but I like to hear about him if you'll share. There's times I miss his constant nagging.