"And what woman in their sanest mind would ever touch such a foul and wretched creature like that man?" she nearly spat in turn. The idea of anyone wanting to pursue a man so scarred, so vicious and horrible in almost everything he did was enough to make her nearly ill. "Who would care for a man who has not one caring bone in his body? He tormented a boy to death and back multiple times! Jack's even told me that he's done it before to other people, to at least twenty others in this city alone. Who would ever condone such a damning thing? Who could love a man who does that?"

Perhaps she was being difficult. Perhaps she didn't understand. But in her mind, he was just as foul and corrupt as the people who preyed on children and other innocents, taking advantage of their weaknesses to horde profits and pain for themselves. She never wanted to see it happen again to anyone...least of all the man she came to care for.

"And the reason? It was all because he looked similar to that other man...Bruce Wayne. What sort of excuse can that possibly be?" She glanced away, balling her hands into fists under her arms where they were crossed. To kill a man is no happy deed no matter their wrong... Oh, if only he knew. Now, instead, she wondered if she had been kinder to Bumby with how he met his end. It was so quick, hardly any time to feel pain at all. Perhaps... No. No, she didn't wish or condone torment on anyone, least of all her enemies. Even if they deserved it.

After a considering pause, she finally nodded. "If he'll allow it. It's not my place to say. If he was visiting the Phantomhive Manor, perhaps, then I could ask you there and he could sit with me. That might be easier for you."