"...."

There's a palpable silence, during which time Dirk is trying very hard to decide whether or not John is fucking with him. The Heir's sense of humour was really not something he was paying attention to when he had access to the John's inner workings. Juvenile, was most of what he'd understood of it. Does that include a poor man's told-you-so? He can't even tell if that's more or less likely than... whatever the fuck this is otherwise.

The corners of his mouth turn down.

"I'm still here, aren't I?"