[He cracks a smile, first-- crooked, and sort of just a tiny quirk of his mouth to one side of his face.]

[Then he ducks his head forward, shakes it, and actually fucking laughs for a moment. It's not a mocking sound, just a quiet, amused little burst of sound that he reigns in after a scant few seconds. There's still a lingering ghost of a smile on his face when he looks back up to her.]

Yeah, all right, sure. I let you drag me out already, and if Vriska's eyebrow waggling over the sweeps has meant a damn thing, you've been chasing my tail since before we got here, anyway.