[There is a reason why Vash and Ain should not be around each other, and it's because they feed off of one another's stupidity. Ain asks about the jacket, and Vash turns to seriously take a good look at it. He doesn't get too close, but he does eventually turn around gravely.]

It might. [A somber nod.] Not that I don't think it's great, just... maybe it's not its color! Maybe he's more of a coral guy. Or a mint! What do you think?

[He turns to the mannequin as if it could A) speak to begin with or B) even had a damn head to do so. Don't mind him.]