Xel pats it onna head, too, before setting his elbows on the top of the wardrobe and resting his chin on laced fingers. "Oh, pretties!" he says brightly. He's privately relieved; it could have been something in Dynast-dono or Phibrizzo-dono's line, like poisons, diseases, or drugs. And, given Joker's chemistry set, he'd rather expected that it would be.