Maes stops dead. He stares at Sora for a moment, adjusting his glasses and then shakes his head.

"No. No I absolutely refuse to believe you are anywhere NEAR my age. Let's go back to the other age, that seems more appropriate for you."

It's not said in a mean way just in an 'there is no way I am accepting this' disbelief. He shakes his head and his lantern light catches on something in the trees. He turns, deciding to focus on this new discovery, and finds that every single branch of a nearby pine tree has a sweater or sweater-vest hanging from it.

"Oh. Those are nice. Hey look! There's a purple one."