Don't speak like you know me. [He clicks his tongue against his teeth, turning his head to the side in a way that almost looks like he spat the words onto the wood floors. He's only so defensive because Akira is right, but if he doesn't keep up some kind of appearances now, he may never know them again, so he injects the venom into his words like a lifeline.]

[A steadying breath, and he stands a little straighter, adamantly refusing to meet Akira's gaze. If he only came here to spit venom, why did he bother coming here? He can't answer the question, himself, and it sours his stomach all over again, so he flicks his hand outward in a dismissive gesture.] Anyway, what are your plans moving forward? Your time in the Phantom Thieves is over, so I have to admit curiosity about your next move.