The pantomime is so absolutely, comically excessive that Wrench snorts on purpose at that. He holds up two fingers and waggles the little V shape back and forth between the two of them, then shapes one hand into a circle and jabs the pointer finger of the other into the hollow middle a couple of times, for good measure. Without knowing a bit of sign language, he imagines Iggy won't have to struggle too hard to take the meaning of it all.

Not that he's ever been so fucking blatant in all his life. Except maybe with one person, as a teenager. As soon as the thought occurs to him, he shoves it to the furthest recesses of his mind.

You just got pulled through a portal into some nameless dimension and you're offering me a nightcap? Okay, okay. Accepted.