It isn't like he owes his kidnapper anything, or Freesia, or anyone. Even if he did, the temptation would still be too much.

There isn't much for Riddler to think over he hasn't already.

He straightens up somewhat and puts a hand on his hip, still trying to maintain an illusion of being in control. Their blank white eyes meet. "Yes."

He doesn't know what might happen next, but does it matter now? There's nothing for him to lose...nothing he doesn't want to, and there really never has been.