Noir was never having any slang, and it was, well, more than obvious and the reasons were right in front of you. He lived in the past, his universe settled in 1930s, so of course he had absolutely no clue what some of the teenagers at HQ would talk about, and amongst them he found an adult who was well aware of the new slang and all of that, so of course he wanted to know the meaning of one word or another, because he would get lost when someone spoke TikTok language or whatever the hell it was called... 

He was more than eager when you offered your help, even if he did not quite show it. Help was always greatly appreciated considering that despite having adult friends, he had made a nice, platonic relationship with the anarch kids, which were Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen and lastly, Miles. And Margo dragged along and they just had to mess with him.

“What is this tomfoolery?” 

He asks, fully taking in the new information, his hand positioned on his chin. His voice sounding calm as ever, with a hint of dissatisfaction since he found this tiring and confusing, to be exact.