Funnily enough... Joker remains utterly oblivious to Ginko's torment about his physical comfort skills. Then again, it's not as if he's ever been in a state to be picky. The first time he bared his soul, he'd been too overcome with emotion to care. Any sort of comfort had been good enough.

Right now, he's just drunk. Same thing, really.

Regardless, at the answer, Joker heaves out a sigh, and the gust of warm air slips along Ginko's shoulder to end against his neck. Alright. Fine. He's too tired to ague with it. "Okay," he says quietly, surrendering. "I guess s'the least I can do."