Role play

Robin watches him, her brows furrowed. "What are you doing?" she asks, her voice tinged with scepticism.

Ramsey glances up, a gleam in his eye. "I'm taking notes, my dear. We need to understand Malik's behaviour and personality if we're going to lure him in." He pauses, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "And I'm sure you probably realise the role you're playing."

Robin's expression shifts to one of wariness. "What are you saying?" she asks, her voice cautious.

Ramsey sets down his pen, leaning back in his chair. " Robin, you're playing the role of a ghostly figure that reminds Malik of someone from his past. Someone who takes the time to care for him, to nurture him, even?"

Robin grimaces at the thought, her hands trembling slightly. "I... I don't know. I don't think it will work. Malik is… Malik is too smart for that. He won't be fooled easily." She says thickly.