[When doesn't he have ideas. Byakuran taps his lip before smiling at Tsuna.]

Well, you could always put a little effort into being seen. Or wait a few years and grow ten inches. Maybe then people will look at you without making you work for it!

[Never let it be said that Byakuran's not a harsh asshole. Tsuna's got muscles, but he's still a shrimp, and his shinki towers over him, especially when he's leaning forward. Which he is now. His grin reaches his eyes easily, slightly distorting the tattoo on his face and the kanji under it - 知.]

Where did you leave your clothes? I need money.