"Maybe not principles. Preferences," Ishiah says, frowning to himself as he tries to articulate the position that he sees Robin as coming from. That vocalization proves to be a valuable exercise when the both of them have different reactions to a situation, or a person, or thoughts towards a particular course of action.

He knows that Robin has thoughts on the situation unfolding in front of the both of them. Strong ones, judging by the length of time Robin spent at work, preferring to immerse himself in that particular brand of chaos.

"I confess I found it hard to determine whether or not you were angry on my behalf, or on your own. Much as I know to assume the former," Ishiah adds, letting his voice trail off as he reaches up with his clean left hand, deftly slipping a few buttons free on his shirt.

There are some types of shows he doesn't mind giving.