Riptide is familiar enough with emotional dodging that he doesn't press and notes to himself to never press. Not for a while, anyway.

"...Good to know. For the record, turning them into paste didn't do much." he says, awkwardly hiding his hands behind his back. "I didn't know there was one so... nnno? What are we doing, am I supposed to be doing something other than being super confused and weirded out?"