[He should've seen Yusuke when he woke up in this place. He thought he was back at Madarame's palace, stuck in some ostentatious room of his. The urge to lash out was intense- the only thing stopping him is that he doesn't have his powers.]

I have more comfortable clothes than these. [They'll probably be big on Akira, but it's better than a stuffy suit if they are to lounge around and talk.

He discreetly glances at his palm, but there's no change on it, and he relaxes a bit more.]

The gardens are wonderful at any time of day. Quiet. I don't mind going there.

[The elevator dings open and, to Yusuke's horror, the painting is back and instantly starts throwing obscenities and dirty talk at them.]

We'll take the next one, [he mutters and reaches to close the door, making the painting hanging in the elevator screech in "pain" and "how could they leave her and deprive her of a hot makeout session".

The elevator next to the previous one arrives and Yusuke nods at it,] This one should do.