"Haven't I always been honest?" he says casually, his fingers flexing at his sides with a curl of them, wanting to exercise them in whatever means necessary. The answer was a no, always a no. Tyki was honest but then never honest at the same time. It was difficult to pick the truth from the lies but as he was now it was all different.

Joker knew the signs by now of when Tyki was in distress or hiding his thoughts. Isolation, the lack of wanting to be around people, somewhere quiet. Otherwise he always surrounded himself with company and individuals. Right now the people he wanted the most just weren't around nor could they be.

He grins, "A black eye. Possibly lack of air." Another lie. He would never hurt Joker so blatantly.