[Right here,] he says brightly, snuggling into Nathan's arms. Being carried by his sweetie is one of his very favourite things.
"Okay," says Nathan agreeably, kissing the Joker on the forehead.
Nathan's perfectly accustomed to shapeshifting Jokers and not fazed by casual nudity. "Hullo there, good to meet you."
"Oh, and she's a picky eater," laughs Nathan. "All right. But I'm a regular vampire, not a hybrid, and shouldn't be drinking from the vein in public."
"Oh, privacy's already tremendous fun, and then if you're in a mood after you can pounce on babe here."
Nathan puts his mate down, and takes a bite out of Celo. He does not go for the delicate wrist-nibbling so much.
And filling, too! Nathan breaks off after one normal-sized meal. "You're tasty but not compulsively tasty," he remarks. "...Actually, I'm not thirsty at all, right now."
Nathan makes obliging eye contact. "Why, what color are they now?"
"Lots!" the Joker says gleefully. "Yellow and orange and red and pink and purple and silver." He gives Nathan a hug and a kiss in celebration of this delightful fact.
"Well, isn't that interesting," laughs Nathan. "I can turn myself all kinds of miscellaneous pastels apparently."