"Precure." The name almost comes out as a scoff and his face twists into a frown.

Out of all the Numbered that he might try to recruit, he's already certain that nobody from that particular subset would be willing to take his side. In fact, he already anticipates them being quite stalwart in their opposition when the time comes.

"Enough of them have appeared that I suppose it was only inevitable." He pauses for a moment, taking another puff of his cigarette and exhaling the smoke as he speaks. "They call themselves warriors, so it only stands to reason that they'd have had enemies. ... Does anybody else know anything of your powers?"