Unsurprisingly, actually having to talk about it has Joker glancing away, foot tapping along the ground. Perhaps Feathers senses something is amiss, because he finally turns away from the idle attention Ginko has been lavishing on him. Instead, he just leans all of his feathery body against his trainer and begins to softly hoot.

Well. It's not a dog or a cat purring, but beggars can't be choosers. Joker rests one hand along the back of Feathers' head ."Just," he starts after a moment, taking in the details of Feathers' cloak, "might not have ta imagine it, I think."