[Yusuke's eyes narrow, watching the knife at work in the clown's hands. There was a faint trace of some sort of spirit energy on it, which all but eliminated any doubt of whether this was intentional or not. The last thing he needed at the moment was another person who could use their powers to send sharp, pointy objects flying at him. Dodging all of those knives with Sniper was a pain in the ass, but now, with civilians around? Much more of a hazard.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets and turns back around, walking a couple of steps towards Hisoka. Two can play at this cool and indifferent game, after all.]

Yeah, tell me about it. They might even revoke your clown school degree if they ever found that out!

[The joking attitude drops from his voice, however, as his eyes meet Hisoka's.]

So, how about we move this little act to a less crowded place, huh? That way you can keep your career after I mop the ground with your face.