Those brows raise in expression that reads "oh can't I?" without speaking a word. He tucks his vest over it but doesn't zip back up just yet. He'll just study the mirror as he notes the panic, the rise in his pulse and the gentle tremor to his voice. So it was a fairly important thing to him, enough that he's feeling weak enough without it that his voice and mannerisms betray him.

"Just in case? Are you that concerned your bodyguard will fail you?"

His brows crease with question,

"You still don't understand that everything created in this world is fake. This steel being real enough to be a threat, and I'd think the REAL version would trump the copy. So if he gave it to you I can take it away."