[He doesn't return the gesture but he does raise an eyebrow, which is more expression on its own than he's bothered with since he got a face back. Golems really aren't meant for such things.]

I don't think I'd mind catching up a little more. The circumstances really are never ideal, though.

[It's murder mansion, murder mansion, murder time-space bubble, murder-barrier... Really, why can't hyperbolic time hell be a little more convenient even for the well-initiated? It's a travesty, is what it is. He tightens his arms for a moment, curling in on himself a little and just watching while Hikage does... whatever he's doing.

This time there is more of a reaction, straightening slightly and blink-blinking at the flurry of butterflies. He's seen them put to all sorts of uses now, but somehow this one is still strange seen in the light of day and not miasma.]

You really... put Ushiromiya-san to shame, hmm? [there's something both curious and wry in the words, slipping out in between his movements as he finally reaches out and takes the outfit, running his fingers over it and finding the solidness of both material and fit] Yeah. It'll do. It's better than anything they'd bother to give us.