It's more about what I'm gonna do, if you feel like asking some non-stupid questions here. W-wait, what - we're gonna do. Us. Ain't that right, buddy-boy?

[ He winks at Rhys-slash-Jack, pointing at him in classic finger-guns-esque style. Except one of the fingerguns fires, shooting a pixelly stream of purple light that wraps first around Rhys' neck before also circling his own.

The distracted huh and expression of mild surprise would seem to indicate that wasn't intentional. ]

Wow, I, uh - I swear that doesn't... usually happen to me.

[ DICK JOKES!!! ]