Joshua examined Volgin's reaction to his joke, letting out a laugh once he realized that the other had not understood it. The joke wasn't that funny, anyways, and it didn't bother him like how it would bother, say, a comedian. Or something.

"My outfit?" The thought that his clothing was weird hadn't occurred to Joshua, his head tilting downwards and gaze shifting to quickly examine the garb. "It's what every swordmaster wears," he shrugged, not sure what to say about it. Though his might have a slight spin to it, a bit fancier than the usual - due to how he had received it from someone in the palace a long time ago. When he had left, the outfit was brought along for the day when he could dub himself a swordmaster instead of a myrmidon - a level higher.