Color stains Dion's face, not quite expecting Joshua to turn his jest into a genuine compliment. One would think he'd be well-used to it by now- and he is, so far as lip service is concerned. Sincerity is a different matter.

Dion clears his throat and wishes rather desperately that he'd gotten more to drink. It would have made for a nice distraction as he fumbles for recovery.

"As are you."