John nods with a look of slightly owlish studiousness, tapping one finger on his chin as though only following that thought with Riddler's guidance through it; completely habitual and common behavior. He's not trying to fool anyone though; maybe he just feels like Riddler and Eddie know him well enough to understand that its just one of his behavioral mechanisms. "Yeah... that makes sense when you put it like that," he nods slowly at first, and then a zest and relieved hand-splayed-on-chest motion. "Gotta love those little blessings, especially when they're all ya got."

That might have been a thoughtless statement. It might have been an extremely significant one. Either way, John's thoughts are utterly and completely halted when he suddenly finds himself being kissed. He's stunned and discombobulated; hearts may as well be pouring from his eyes and his crooked grin gets crookeder and wider without permission. Then he goes and calls him a good boy-- and John can't help but fidget with his collar, plucking open a button or two like he's suddenly much to warm.

"You're welcome," yup, that was reasonably English, with a reasonably steady voice. He clears his throat, frowning inwardly at himself as he follows his buddy. "You want shocks? Doesn't you cane do that now? I brought my joy buzzer too, you know, just in case. What'er ya doing, anyway?"