Dick gave a small laugh to her confused look and comments. "The comment still stands, Miss Dent. I know how to handle my way around a crowd, even if i just became a billionaire today... And from the sound of it, you seem to be doing just fine yourself." Dick said, bringing her in close as he said that with a closed smile, and then twirling her around again. As she talked about taking photography, he listened, and smiled at her comments. "The diva photos are the only ones worth having." Dick said with a laugh. "I'd be extremely offended if you didn't at least consider taking a picture of the Dick Grayson yelling at an old lady at the grocery store over a carton of eggs." 

When asked if he had anything planned job-related he looked up and gave a small shrug, thinking about it. "I'm sure a few business opportunities will appear here and there... I don't know if you ever met Bruce, not many people truly knew the guy. His ideals, everything he fought for, everything he worked so hard to achieve here in this city were genuine. On and off the media. Bruce and I didn't see eye to eye most of the time. But I respect his ideals. So I'll do my best to put my input in Wayne Industries when Mister Fox asks for it, I'll agree to partnerships that I believe are just... That, and if I need to, I can always go back to bartending at night." Of course he couldn't really tell her that he was dashing billionaire that looked perfect on paper by day, super hero that she hated at night.

As the night went on, Dick kept a careful eye on Abigail. Whenever he saw the even coordinator walk towards her, he would get close to her, and bring her over to a new guest he hasn't talked to before, or ask for another dance. He looked like he was enjoying himself, and he was, but there was another reason he was doing all of this; he was the new protector of Gotham. He wasn't going to let Cobblepot threaten a woman, and he really needed to know why she was so important. A photographer getting this much money to do all of this?

"So, this party couldn't have been cheap. If you don't mind me asking, did people sponsor this? Because if so, I want to chip in for some of this." Dick said as they walked to the side of the party near the bar again. They had just had yet another dance when they heard one of Dick's favorite songs come on. Now it was time to cool down, and have another conversation before they go off in to the dance floor again. The night was getting later, so there wasn't much time until Penguin would try something-- If anything at all tonight. He hoped that he saw the lack of drinks she was having, and the constant people around her. There was no way he was going to get to her secretly. He needed to know how she was getting this money. He knew that her line of work could be a way to start this, but he was betting that someone bigger was giving her the money.