[ Him bringing Lynette up was once daggers, sharp and aimed right at crucial spots to weaken him. To his heart, undoubtedly. However, here... it was lighter. A shift in dynamics even a blind person could see. Lyney glares still, as if ready to scold and ruin the evening they had together. It'd be a shame, wouldn't it?

Walking around the coffee table, he takes a seat on it, right in front of Wriothesley. His legs cross, hand propping his chin up. A serpentine smile, sly with a soft laugh under his breath. ]

I can also start offering you joke lessons. My rates are reasonable and the crowd has always been a fan of when I set some comedic timing during shows. A private lesson, just the two of us~! Highly coveted and successful.

[ It's a roundabout way of telling Wriothesley his joke sucked. ]