Riley smiled, bright and toothy and full of forced innocence as Reese glared at him. He held his bound hands up in a sign of ‘it clearly couldn’t have been me’ virtue before pulling faces at the giant fool the moment he looked away.
“What’s up?” Riley repeated. His head wobbled to the side slightly, as if weighing up his answer. Which he really wasn’t; being annoying came rather easy to him. “The sky,” he pointed out, his cuffed hands indicating upwards, “Clearly not our plane!” he continued with another jingle of metal, “and obviously something crawled UP his ass and died, but ignorance is bliss.”
His smile faltered when Reese included him in on his crude act of flirtation and Riley felt his stomach turn at the idea of anyone getting down with what was under those pants. He couldn’t even summon the David Attenborough voice back as he simply deadpanned: “Oh eww. Just… gross.”