Smug: “I’m just better than you, can’t you see that?”

Teasing, smug: “My, my. What foul language! You should really wash that dirty little mouth out with soap.”

Trying to pitch to his auntie but ends up sounding delusional: “I’m telling you that this sacred trumpet-shaped plant shows us more about the world than what meets the eye! I could just… feel it… that everyone has an energy inside of them even if they don’t possess mana!”