"Huh," Richie said, squinting a little. The idea of a city like this but darker didn't do great things for him, if he was being honest. But then, he was tired of the dark. He was tired of being scared. He'd prefer a beach, California summer and sand, or even the sleepy Starklandia winter wonderland to much anything else these days. "Well. Close, but no cigar," he decided, a little vaguely, before heading in the direction of all the little shops to their left. He wasn't good at looking out for danger in places like these, but he felt like Dick was keeping a good eye out, so that was something at least.
"Right," he went on with a little laugh. "Well behaved dicks or bust." He chewed on his lower lip for a moment, stuck his hands into his pockets if only to try keeping a little warmer -- but it always fucked his posture, made him hunch over in a way where he lost a few inches, like maybe he was just trying to look a little smaller than what he was. "So for that, you rank second. I'm just sleeping with the other one, so..." He trailed off, a little awkwardly. "Last time we chanced a go through these doors, we scored Mr. Fuckface the Dapper. And while he's a pretty great penguin I'm looking for something a little more permanent this time."