It is frankly nothing short of a miracle that Joker keeps his face straight through all of that, and, really, that's being generous. His shoulders shake in silent mirth, along with a tell-tale screw of his mouth as he tries not to laugh. "Ah, I raised such a spoiled son," he manages, voice tight from effort. "But since ya spoil me, I should count myself lucky." With that, he pats Tyki's back and straightens himself up.

"Although I'm scared ta imagine the kind of lady ta could keep up with my beloved and spoiled son~."