"Bright green?" Childermass can't even decide if Joker's being serious about that or still joking around. It could very well be both. "That... is certainly not a color I'd considered before. I am not sure bright anything would suit me all that well."

Baby steps, okay?

But it feels like the topic has gone off on a long, winding tangent. It isn't that Childermass minds that — quite the opposite — but he can't avoid the original reason Joker's visiting forever. He'll lean off of the table, sitting up straighter.

"Though it's only getting later, isn't it? If you're confident enough that I'm not about to keel over at any moment, I am sure you have better things to be getting to."