For once, Archimedes' ever-present, almost default, smirk was slightly shattered as he took in the man before him. "Ah," he began, unthinkingly raising an adorned hand and slowly running it through his luxurious hair. "Verne." the older man got out, still running his eyes up and down the other's figure, particularly at his clothes, in slight disbelief of this specific occurrence. Suddenly, as if a light had been flicked on, the smirk was set back in it's proper place. "Such attire, for a man of your stature..." Archimedes tilted his head, as if to mock the individual at hand, "An.. ex-convict now, I assume?" He raised a taunting eyebrow at his own remark, glancing over at the younger member of the present trio, whom had seemed to grab the attention of his current conversation partner.