[That works just as well, he figures-- he reaches out when Akira gets to him and takes his wrist, concealer magically in his other hand, and swipes a bit of it there, blending it with his thumb. As previously assessed, it absolutely doesn't match, and he snorts.] Putting this on your neck would just make it more obvious. Let me know whenever you're ready, I'll go put this upstairs.

[He moves away again, pausing.] Oh, your bag, for Morgana.