R's smile was tentative, his blackened, vein-mottled mouth twitching back from teeth he probably shouldn't go showing if his Escort was here to nag about it. "Good. I like...being funny."

Trying to tell jokes to zombies? Not very fun. Especially when both him and the other corpse forget the joke, nevermind the punchline flying over their heads. R looked dimly pleased when he got that giggle out of Harley, liking the way she laughed. It sounded so much better than when he bit into her at the Cornucopia...

His smile died away when Harley sprung that question, morphing into something looking like very, very slow panic.

"I don't...know. We just...met."