A single rusty hinge sound serves as laughter enough. He taps lightly as they go and doesn't bother to muffle the hard soles of his dress shoes. They've little to fear between the two of them, and he's not out to sneak up on unwitting prey or more deserving city employees. It's just what he said, a stroll.

"Precisely." He inclines his head, humor still in his eyes even if no longer voiced. He shakes his head. "No, if I'm to lie, I'll make it far more interesting than that. How long?" It's always curious to him, these sleeps that aren't, people coming back with lived experiences stuffed in their heads. He wonders what his would be. If he even has a future after the theft of sensitive materials from the lab?

"I do have something on my mind. It can wait until I hear of your news, should you choose to share." He has few expectations in this. They do as they wish, both of them. Sometimes it's more pleasant, sometimes less. Sometimes more give, sometimes considerably less. For his part, he seems about as pleasant as he gets when it's not for show. Then again, given the clothes, something's for show for sure.