[Are you really one to be talking right now the monk says, and Giovanni barks out a hard-angled laugh, glances down at his baggy attire. He could pass for a delinquent youth in these clothes, it's true.]

Alas, a man on the run in an exceptionally sharp suit would draw too much unwanted attention. I'll just have to deal with looking a little shabby for now.

[The slight upward curl of his lips as he says it makes it clear just how unhappy he is to be wearing said clothes. He's wearing denim, Sanzo. Denim. It's revolting.

He shrugs then, though. Spreads his hands wide.]

And alas, not yet. I thought perhaps it would be wiser to play hunting dog at a later time.

[What he's saying is, he decided to take your advice, without overtly admitting it.]