Joey cocked as head at the mention of a headclown, "Uh...sure?" he said confusingly. He most assuredly had no clue what a headclown was or even the context in which that could have become a phrase. Then suggesting that they get the burger, and think more about it while they eat. Well, he did know he could try and detect poison. So hey, might as well. Food was good. "Yeah, yeah I think that's good." he answered as they kept walking.
He flicked his tongue out again smelling the air. He had to consider the situation. Venator was, well he was wary. But that was normal. Almost nothing made the thing actually cooperate completely. Well, there was that girl recently who both Joey and Venator were sad they hadn't seen since that strange event. A friend. Martin considered her one too. Now, the crows did, but they weren't the most reliable sources of who's a good friend and who's not.
If only Martin were here, maybe he could give him a better idea of what he should be doing. It felt rather lonely without that friend, so long he'd had him. He wasn't Nathan, but he was so much like him. In many ways Martin was as protective of Joey as Joey was of him. Joey always needed a friend, someone he could talk to when things were going really wrong. Someone who wasn't just another critter, as much as he loved them too. Oh...Nathan. It was years ago, but the death of that friend was a hard one. And he never got the honor he deserved for what he'd done. The part he played. Poor Nathan. If only you were still around.
The boy swallowed and looked ahead, "What will...what would happen if I accepted...whatever it is you and your organization are offering." he looked at Harry trying to see if he or Venator could tell what he was thinking. Looking or smelling for any sign of lies or concern. He wouldn't rely on the results, whichever they were. In fact it was almost pointless. He just wanted to check, at every chance, to see what he was dealing with. How his life might have to change from here on.