[He doesn't hate it as much as Akira might assume, but he doesn't state that, either. He doesn't step out of his personal bubble, tilting his head conversationally while he scopes out the area and just watching him. Seeing Akira, still visually the slender teenager who shakes over unplanned run-ins with cops, behave with Joker's confidence is doing things to the pit of his stomach, and he's not sure he likes the warmth settling there.]

Busy area of town, there would be. Where's that water bottle? [Assuming Akira still has it, Akechi carefully uncaps it in a way that removes the plastic ring under the cap as well. Rolling it between his fingers for a while, he folds it in on itself and then slides it over his ring finger.] Even someone voting for the worst prime minister Japan has ever seen would be upset if a beloved's ring fell into the sewers, am I wrong?

[He absolutely saunters away from him, then, every bit the Detective Prince.] Come on, then, walk with me. [He speaks with his hands, surreptitiously flicking the plastic ring around his finger until it's loose, so when he drops his hand to his side just over a manhole, it slides off and slips through the gap in the center of it.] Oh! How awful. [His tone is equal parts convincing and excessively put-upon, and he throws himself at the manhole to wrench it out of place.]