[ When the clothes that Wolfwood was here to return hit the ground, it's not out of surprise. While Vash might not've said anything to Knives about his presence, he had sent a message to Wolfwood warning him that Knives was here, and so he'd had a couple of days to brace himself for the possibility of running into him.

That's not to say he expected to see him here. In what should've been Vash's suite.

So he is a little surprised, but he's moving on purpose when he discards the clothes on the floor. It's an act of preparation. He doesn't know what to expect, but the tight coil in his stomach and the tension working its way up his spine are sure signs of his fight or flight response, and he wants his hands free, regardless of the choice that he makes.

When he speaks, its through gritted teeth, ] Surprise.

[ He's not quite sure what to say. It's not like people are known to converse with Knives, and Wolfwood had never bothered for fear of letting his distaste show too plainly on his face and being subsequently killed for his disrespect. Conrad's experiments might've allowed him to survive Legato's anger, but Wolfwood has less hopes of standing up to the monster in front of him.

Though—he doesn't look quite like the monster that Wolfwood is familiar with. He almost... looks like a man. ]

Did I wake you from your nap? I gotta remember you need your beauty sleep now that you're the same as the rest of us.

[ He probably shouldn't be too taunting, but he can't help it. ]