"I don't think I need one. Turns out I'm in demand." He sees the disappointment and a flurry of snowflakes is sent up from his hand to the sky, only so they can slowly sail down again, for Barry to marvel at all he wants. He watches as one flake lands on Barry's eyelashes, smiling a little to himself. "There's something to be said for letting nothing but yourself dictate what to do." Certainly kept him out of any moral quandaries.