[He really needs to get himself a badass coat too, he's mildly jealous of how cool the other looks like this--

Jealous is not at all what he's feeling at the other's plan, though. His sunglasses slide down his nose as his eyes widen and he shakes his head, vehement. He remembers himself just enough to tug the hoodie up a little higher, determinedly hiding his hair.]

What? No! We don't have to kill anyone! We can just knock them out and tie them up, can't we? And... I guess take their clothes, since that might be useful.

[Ew. But he's not going to argue about that particular, either.]