The laughter startled him and he looked up again, head tilting to the side. "Is it?" He asked, relaxing again because surely if Tucker thought it was impossible then it meant that whatever was happening wasn't intentional. That had to be the case, who knew more about Faidoux than Tucker? "Why is that?" He asked innocently, not too far distant from the sort of tone he'd used as a young man, stroking Tucker's ego by admitting he didn't know something. He could bring any sort of information about it back to Viola to use, at least.