If they had known each other better and, well, weren't currently standing around at the outskirts of a funeral just ending, he would've been perfectly happy and comfortable to joke around, take her teasing and turn right back on her. Hell, even if they didn't know each other that well--Dylan was just that kind of guy, easygoing, social, a jokester and big kid at heart. However, the somber atmosphere coming from everyone else was instruction enough to stay toned down for the moment, even if he had to bite his tongue.
"Alright then," he nodded, waving for Elyse to go first as they would have to cross the graveyard to get out of the depressing place. Dylan made a conscious effort to steer them around the crowds of people, too, having gotten the impression she wasn't exactly up for small talk and sympathies. "Banana Joe's it is," he smiled, reaching into his pocket to pull out his cell phone, sending Amaya a quick text to let her know he'd be gone longer than he'd said.