He really needs to tell her about his senses, but it's not something you just come out with. Fully human, yes, but involved in a radioactive accident that gave him super heightened senses. The accident would have been easy enough to find out about. His senses, however, are something he's only told a few people about in his lifetime. It's certainly not anything that's on record.

Funny, he felt the same way. Fatima was a little too good to be true, but for the moment, he was going to avoid looking a gift horse in the mouth. He is pretty much the poorest lawyer in New York City and blind. For some women, those are strikes against him. Most people become lawyers for the money. Money had never entered into the equation for Matt and it would probably be something he never had a lot of.

He tried to be anyway.

"I've got no idea what halva is," he tells her as he rests his cane against the doorframe and takes his glasses off to put them on the side table before moving further into the room toward her, coming to a stop in front of her and leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Sorry, I'm late. I got involved in a case and lost track of time."