"Hardy har," Andy deadpanned although he was still smirking. The more she laughed, though, the more Andy laughed until his face started to hurt. "Oh, yeah, it'd be a fuckin' shame if I never got to run for my life again," he replied with playful sarcasm.
Her having called him a git startled another laugh out of him. "I'm a what now?" he asked, grinning. That was a new one; Luna hadn't used that word, so Andy didn't know it. He found himself wondering if it was British slang or something and he sort of could guess the connotation, but still; now he was curious. "I think that's a good idea though, yeah, definitely," he agreed when she suggested using different colors to represent different areas of the town.
"I'll survive," he replied, smirking as his own laughter calmed and finally subsided entirely. He winked at her when she said he was handy with the crutches. "I'm handy with all kindsa things, peaches," he joked. Although, it was true. With the ability to control minds, Andy had the potential to be a very useful person when he wanted and needed to be. He didn't, however, elaborate on that statement and simply left it as a flirtatious one-liner. "Ha, yeah, fucking unstoppable, put 'er there," he said, holding a hand up for a high five.
"Shit it's cold. I hate to cut it short, Tonks, but I'm freezin' my balls off and Doc Lex said I shouldn't be on the leg for more than fifteen or twenty minutes at a time," he said almost apologetically.