He's seen that resting bitch face a million times and he almost laughs, but he's promptly distracted.

"Oh, fuck," he sighs, forgetting his argument entirely when Jiang's finger slips right in. Proko looks at him. "Could make a video while you're here," he murmurs. "If you-- if you wanted to."

He wants to offer it. They'll have to keep Jiang's face off screen some way or another, or make sure he's masked somehow.