"You don't want to know. Rest assured, though, it was very alcoholic." Thanks for that, Lambert.

He sets a hand on Joker's arm to keep it steadied against the tub, and... dammit now he's. Weirdly hyperaware of his own hands. THANKS, JOKER. At least he, once again, has him arranged with his cheek in the water and the rest of his face out. "There we go. Comfortable?"

That's at least halfway a joke.