"Um... no. But uh... I've seen some of the aliens. Like the blue guy with the floating arrow, and that's pretty much convinced me that they're probably not lying. They just keep mentioning that stuff's been turned off. Weapons have gone missing. That kinda thing."

And then, still looking proud of himself, he adds on a, "I have the best taste in wallpaper."

Because he knows his offensive patterns are just that; offensive. They're not fashionable, they're as brash and uncaring as his language. They're spite against the uniforms he used to wear and has to wear now. A boisterous voice worn on his body, as loud as the passion in the music he chooses.

"I'll make sure to wear the best new one I have when we're out together because you make all the colors brighter and stand out more."

That could be a kindness, an acknowledgement that Connor brings out the best in him, or Hank just proclaiming that he knows he's Connor's unashamed embarrassment.