"Oooo, that sounds tricky, I like it," he's very encouraging at least? Good friends need to be supportive! Besides who doesn't like a good puzzle?
"Are you doing different switches for Zsasz and Posh-- sorry, Ginger?" did this crazy clown just make a Spice Girls reference? Moving immediately on, "because, I know how to wire a switch to a jack-in-the-box," he suggests helpfully. John is totally not the person to be all 'bro maybe you shouldn't wire your home security for shocks' he's more 'how can we make this fun at the same time?'. Probably not the best person to join Riddler & Eddie amid a downwards spiral, but here he is, trying is absolute best. At least he gets points for effort?
As such, it takes his brain a few seconds to catch up with what Riddler said-- oh, oh. Someone who bothers to listen to the erratic variants of his laughter might be able to glean a little nervousness from the sound. Not anything like fear, more so an uncertainty what to do with the suddenly rather vivid thought.
"Uhm, well--" those are not good words John; he despises when his naivety slips without his intention. A wild-card grin fits into place and his expression shifts towards devious goading. "Is that why you had me bring over that stuff?" he knows it's not the case, but teasing though. "The idea came to you pretty quick, didn't it...?"
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"Are you doing different switches for Zsasz and Posh-- sorry, Ginger?" did this crazy clown just make a Spice Girls reference? Moving immediately on, "because, I know how to wire a switch to a jack-in-the-box," he suggests helpfully. John is totally not the person to be all 'bro maybe you shouldn't wire your home security for shocks' he's more 'how can we make this fun at the same time?'. Probably not the best person to join Riddler & Eddie amid a downwards spiral, but here he is, trying is absolute best. At least he gets points for effort?
As such, it takes his brain a few seconds to catch up with what Riddler said-- oh, oh. Someone who bothers to listen to the erratic variants of his laughter might be able to glean a little nervousness from the sound. Not anything like fear, more so an uncertainty what to do with the suddenly rather vivid thought.
"Uhm, well--" those are not good words John; he despises when his naivety slips without his intention. A wild-card grin fits into place and his expression shifts towards devious goading. "Is that why you had me bring over that stuff?" he knows it's not the case, but teasing though. "The idea came to you pretty quick, didn't it...?"