Suddenly Venti was part of the process and his entire lit up with what could have been easily described as a puppy's level of delight. He all but wriggled in excitement as he nodded. “Kay,” he grinned wild and bright. James would be the meanie and Venti would be the nice kid. He could do that. Actually, considering it was a fairly straightforward game, he could do it really easily. 

When the woman came half out of her apartment, Venti visibly restrained himself, his hands in his pockets and glanced nervously over at James. She had already called him Brat, which suited him just fine because Venti wasn't the kind to take much of anything personally, but she'd also said she was on her way to look for Mr. Parks so maybe the game had already changed?