The surprise on Lex's face warmed Joker's heart and that grin of his grew, the edges of his scarred countenance throbbing from the pain of such a gesture. It wasn't until the great domed one ordered him away from the desk did Joker really react. Laughter bubbled from deep within the clown as if a well sprung forth. Despite the deep and off kilter laughter, the clown swung his pipe of a walking stick and stalked around the desk in half a circuit to swap sides with Lexie. "I know, I know!" He said with a bit of mock sadness. "Gotham's weather does so little for my complexion. I thought I'd see what Metropolis has to offer."
Joker leaned forward, his face inches from the desk and he scanned along it's surface. "Say, Lexie" The clown's voice stretched out the first syllable, "Nice desk! Do you think I could get one just like it at my lair?" More laughter ensued but this time it was cut short. The clown straightened his tie and smoothed back his lanky hair like any good salesman before a pitch.
"Oh, what do I want? Hmmm... Now that is the million dollar question." He cast a glance around the room again. What a droll office. If Lex wanted, Joker would have been happy to spruce the place up a bit.
"You see, Harley has been on me about our anniversary." Joker began, moving about the area in front of the desk like one might a stage. He seemed to interact with things only he could see. "The big day is fast approach and I just have to get the little gal something special." Joker stopped dead in his tracks, that head rolled toward Lex to stare at him beneath his brows. "I'm thinking of a ring. A nice one. With a big," Joker stepped forward, "fat," another step, "rock." The clown placed his palms down on the front of the desk. "A nice bright green one. To match her eyes." That grin of his returned the and dried skin on his lips cracked with the gesture.
"And I know you're just the man to see about that particular shade of green." His eyebrows bobbed up in suggestion.