I want the food. [Her retort is immediate and almost defensive. It's not that she's even super hungry, but his insistence that she not accept if she doesn't want it, as if she would ever accept something solely for the sake of being polite, bothers her. She chooses to assume he's talking about the food, because the alternative is too hard to argue.

While Hayley is also more level than their previous two interactions, she's still not quite at peak performance. It's not that she's been down for ages. Bruce seems always to catch her at the low troughs of her waves these days, rarely seeing her when she's actually on top. So long as Lex remains the opposite, she'll be satisfied; she already knows enough of Bruce's secrets not to feel the need to play him for now.

Hayley lets out a small huff and continues with more calm.] I just wanted to be clear, okay? To.. make sure we understand each other, or whatever.

[Because it's already bad enough just being here. Merely asking to show up required swallowing her pride, but arriving and spending the night in this place is a form of self-degradation she never thought she would arrive at. It's only her continual reassurance to herself that this is essential self-preservation that keeps her here.

Hayley takes a seat and frowns down at her food, mind drifting back to their time in the dream together. When she speaks again, it's distractedly.] Do you sleep? Regularly, I mean.