[That answer isn't as helpful as it could be, but the speed with which it's delivered is somewhat more telling. If anything, it tells him that the other people here aren't that impressive, powers or no— and that's something. He can always probe for the rest of the details some other time, now that he knows Killua is here; playing the long game when it comes to his younger brother isn't exactly a new concept. He's spent quite a while waiting for the pieces to fall into place to accomplish his goal.
He can wait a little longer. If Killua lets his guard drop even a little, he'll consider that progress.
So. Jackets.] Ah. Maybe if the entire thing were purple...
[There's a beat, before he holds the jacket up between them, sizing up how it would look on Killua. The size is wrong because this is the real adults section and not the tiny baby section, but whatever...]
the joke is he could afford a skywriter just to be annoying
He can wait a little longer. If Killua lets his guard drop even a little, he'll consider that progress.
So. Jackets.] Ah. Maybe if the entire thing were purple...
[There's a beat, before he holds the jacket up between them, sizing up how it would look on Killua. The size is wrong because this is the real adults section and not the tiny baby section, but whatever...]
It suits you, Kil. Do you need a jacket?