He can't quite decide if it's irritating or gratifying, being recognised like this— challenged like this. Glancing down one last time at the symbol worked into his tunic, Kylo pauses to pull it back on over his head before meeting his interrogator's gaze again. If anything, he seems broader, now.

"What kind would you like?" he asks. Something in his eyes suggests he'd very much like to give a demonstration once the Force isn't simply the tantalising whisper at the edges of his senses it is now— but certainly not out of any desperate need to prove himself. He might not know where he is or why, but the dark-clad warlord knows exactly what he is.

"I won't disappoint."