I beg your pardon? (Asked at that first utterance. He looks properly at the cadet, trying to think if he could place the face, but no. He would have remembered this face. Although...)

Ah. (That explains a few things.) You must be the one he's taking a liking to.

(Whether Garp has said as much to Mihawk is up for debate. Mihawk paid more attention than Garp than the man likely knew or wanted.)

Is that so? I should hope you do. (He clicks his tongue. Unsheathing his little dagger again, he reaches out slowly and places the flat edge of the blade under Koby's chin so that he can tip it up just ever so slightly.)

I've killed far more of you than I care to remember. It would be embarrassing if you didn't know who I am. (He slides the blade away from Koby's face, spinning the dagger absently between his fingers.)

We? That implies you and I working together. Why should I do that? Go ahead. Enlighten me with your strategic prowess.