Robin watches that hand, half-expecting a fireball to come hurtling out of Gambit's pocket in retaliation. It's not that he's set out to pick a fight, but he's fully prepared for one to select itself on his behalf. He's not quite threatened enough to throw the first punch, but things can always change.

"Maybe. But maybe I'm not. So I'll ask you again: what's motivating you?" The 'invitation' excuse seemed too convenient to be anywhere close to the whole truth.