[Ah, to be young and petulant! Vanitas, you're eighteen, you numbskull. While for the moment he holds his tongue as the other gets changed, there's definitely an amused smile playing at his lips. This is more entertaining than he expected.

Chuckling, he folds his arms in his cloak.]

A wise decision. Although I don't quite understand the words myself, it's best not to tempt fate with them.

[Well... That's a mild improvement? And yet Vanitas can't help being a bit more of an ass.]

I believe you've selected a shirt several sizes too small, my friend.