We are, over text, playing imaginary poker with Evil Genius Plot Devices.
He raised my evil laugh with a diabolical hand wringing. I raised him a dramatic thunderclap. He raised me ten henchmen. I raised him an overly elaborate doomsday device.
We make me laugh.
Seriously, if he can amuse me half this much in person (and, given the kind of options for amusement available in person, it seems likely), then I am quite pleased indeed.