He hummed, unmoved by the glare.

"No. I was curious about the hoshi no tama's reaction, little more." He looked down at himself after a moment and lifted his arm to look at his long sleeved shirt.

"What I usually wear is battle fatigues provided by a psychotic dressmaker and PR team. Unfortunately it actually did well by me. There's little fighting here, I see no need for it these days." And he wouldn't allow his dignity to suffer the shame of dressing up. He didn't bother to tell Kurama as much.