"Why, thank you. I think they bring out my eyes." And then Joker flips his hair.

He drapes his arm over her shoulder and the back of the chair again, adopting the thoughtful frown from earlier. "What was your name? I'm so bad with names. Had a - had a hard c sound. Or a k." He pauses a beat. "Conundrum? Wait, no, different redhead. ...Kerosene?" He snaps his fingers, looking at her mildly triumphantly. "Yeah, that's it. Kerosene."