"As a token of good faith--" green clad hand opened upwards to show a small bloom. Ivy looked kept her gaze heavy on the Scarecrow, brow arched slightly as she met him. "--a small sample of what you might make use of for our little deal."
Jonathan respects Ivy. He thinks of her as one of the brilliant minds of Gotham. The chance to work with her is not an opportunity he is willing to pass up - if anything, it's feels like more of a boon for him than it is for her.
That said, he doesn't necessarily trust her.
Their meeting makes him feel more optimistic. Settling terms, working out the finer details. And when she offers a sample, he can't help it. He griiiins, something his mask doesn't conceal behind those loose stitches. Perhaps this working relationship is a match made in heaven for him.
He's careful to pluck it from her hand, using his nails. Jonathan knows what happens when coming into contact with her. "It's appreciated," he croons in that smooth, soft voice of his. And, in that strange Scarecrow way he does, he adds in a sing-song: "Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat Ivy."
He chuckles, cradling the plant. "I look forward to working with you, my dear. I'll be putting my trust in you and hope you can do the same - as much as our types can. I promise I'm not a lamb." It wouldn't exactly be in his best interest to double-cross her in any form.