[That glare certainly doesn't dissuade his casual smugness.]

I wouldn't call my few words an investment... though I can't blame you for wanting to assume my interest in your affairs. 'Tis quite flattering, to receive my attention, after all.

[And it's true that he and Vanitas do share that fine trait (not flaw) of commenting on things that people would prefer not commented on. Though if he hadn't known Vanitas before, the Ascian would've been equally as likely to just ignore it... random people shouting? That's just obnoxious.

Pausing at the last, he tries to discern whether Vanitas is being even remotely sincere, and he straightens up as he replies with a light shrug.]

Scissors are meant for cutting, nothing more or less. Be it fabric, flesh, or hair- the sharpness of the edge cares not what you offer it.