If the sound of Vash's voice hadn't been so grating on his nerves, Knives actually might have laughed at note of incredulity in his tone. That was just like his brother - always shooting off at the mouth before actually thinking about what he was saying. He'd expected as much, though, so it wasn't surprising, just annoyingly familiar.

Knives turned his head, a small humorless smile lifting the corners of his mouth as he answered. "Your detective skills never cease to disappoint, Vash. Your speed, however, is a bit lacking. Someone else already beat you to the punch."