"Was there any doubt?" Joker asks as he comes in for a landing, settling right besides Yuya. Almost casually, he tugs up the sleeve of his right hand. Still so new to him, he sometimes almost forgets to use it.... but not today. Today, he's been thinking of nothing but it. In the oppressive gloom of the roses and their thorns, it almost seems to glow all the brighter.

"I'm Steven's and all of yers Guardian Angel, after all~." Yes, it's most certainly glowing brighter, the myriad of colors shifting and twisting almost like flame burning off the limbs. "There's a reason Eden's own had a flamin' sword, y'know... And my own will help weaken troublesome weeds like this so that we can tear right through!"