If Matt was sensitive to being laughed at, he wouldn't have made it to law school. The bow doesn't escape his notice either, the shape of the echoes around the other man shifting more than enough to make it clear how he's moving. Matt doesn't reciprocate or respond to the gesture, of course.

"That's good, actually," he says, a small good-natured smile on his face. "Black is one of the colors I was looking for. To here, you said?" He taps at the floor with his cane, right at the outer edge of where Minoru had indicated.