Remy was frankly a little weirded out by that. Yeah, so he kissed a lot of people, but none had quite that level of makeup on, and certainly none were trying so desperately to make his life miserable just for laughs.
Well, maybe a few, but still.
Remy turned his head, spit, and rolled his jaw a little. That was really all he needed to say, leveling his gaze back on Joker. At least it gave him time to heal. He was wondering what the other man was going to do with all that excess skin he ripped off, and why this was taking so long. He often forgot that a lot could be done in 12 hours, much less 24. Feigning shock and passing out wouldn't work with this guy, he'd just stab away until he was sure Remy was passed out. He kept looking towards the man in the makeup, but looked past him, towards the mostly-covered windows. He was wondering where the hell Belle was. She most assuredly wouldn't be home, like he asked her to be.
He suddenly realized how much he hated being the Damsel in Distress. That got him to smirk. "You want me to start screamin' f'help now, or later? I can do a fairly good impression."