Quite pleasantly! They have quite the chat!

They sat at the table once the BLTs were prepared, and Zatanna pulled aside her veil to take a bite. "Not bad," she remarked.

"Thanks," he shrugged. "I cooked for myself for a good while, so I've had practice."

She giggled. "Girls do love a man who can cook for himself and others," she noted. "A lot of guys expect women to do all the cooking."

"I'm not one of those, "Stay in the kitchen" types," he chuckled. "Even if I technically have Diana as my ****, I want to have as equal a dynamic outside of that as possible," he explained. "I'm also no misandrist who says men should pay for the sins of men who came before us."

"Fair enough," Zatanna chuckled. "But I guess if you were prejudiced, the lamp wouldn't have accepted you as Diana's Master, given her deal with it."

"It's hard to be a jerk when you're an Empath who can't shut off their abilities," he remarked. "Positive emotions are easier to deal with than negative ones, for obvious reasons. Which is an incentive to avoid causing the latter for someone like me. Growing up like that, and just making kindness and compassion habit helped shape me into who I am today. The real hard part was learning not to be a doormat half the time," he added.

Zatanna nodded thoughtfully. "Must make dealing with "Karens" an even more miserable experience for you than most others," she quipped.

He resisted the urge to slam his head against the table. "Don't even get me started on entitled pricks. They get pissed off at every little inconvenience. I don't have the slightest clue how they get through life with all that self inflicted misery because reality refuses to cater to them..."

Zatanna laughed in amusement. "No kidding." They finished their lunch, and she stood, putting a hand on her hips as she jutted it out. "So... You ready for the main course?"