[Oh? Such a shame. Archaeology is a fascinating field, though he thinks anthropology would be more up his alley. But those skeletons, oh they get up and walk out on their own sometimes.

You might see a literal example around town in fact.

But a little mystery is fine. Law likes that cloak as well.]

I see. [He lowers his lashes so that ice glitters through and the smile turns utterly unreadable.] I'll have to check with you in a month or so about that. Perhaps you'll have changed your opinion by then.

[That sword is shifted slightly as it rests against his shoulder with the movement of turning. None? Hnnn... there is a part of him that doesn't believe that. Weapons can take so many different forms. Swords, Devil Fruits, will. More. And even if not, you can make do, right?] Well. That makes things simpler, doesn't it? Follow me then. I'll take you to where you need to go. [And he will lead the way to the clothing shop, ghosting through the snow like a spirit, instead of the usual slip and slide most people suffer as they waddle through the drifts.

The wariness doesn't wane the entire time. But once they arrive, he'll wait by the door and examine a men's kimono in midnight blue, with black hakama and haori, a subtle silver wave pattern embroidered on the haori's sleeves. Not his thing, really, but he'll wait till you find and retrieve your clothes.

He wants his coat back, after all.]