Ginko, honestly, looks vaguely suspicious when Joker picks up his pastry, but relaxes a little when it becomes clear that his lunch is not about to be eaten by an angel.

That's not to say that he stops frowning, though; that would be unlikely, given what he's listening to Joker claim. He hunches his shoulders slightly, simultaneously flustered and indignant.

"And I live in my car, and I can barely hold a conversation without saying something stupid," he counters. "So, probably safe to assume anyone with bad enough taste to be interested isn't going to stay interested for long."