Mmm. Disapproval, huh? Joker's ears twitch, no longer with their trademark jangle, as he picks up on the tone. He can't be surprised. That's no doubt the work of whatever has been done to their taken. Very faintly, he's reminded of how he used to feel when he'd been turned. In his frantic and hungered mind, his sire had been so overwhelming to him. He couldn't live without her, although he'd gotten over it at little once he was out of Hell.

What a fuckin' atrocious thing to do to a child.

"Anyone ever tell ya about some of the folks who worked at the carnival before this round of travelin'?" he asks instead, seeming to change things rather suddenly.