And, for all that he tries not to react as though they both slapped him, he wilts a little further, in a profoundly un-Akechi way. "You're not telling me it's that bad? You only just met me."

It's just... the way people look at him. He has noticed. He remembers. He's been trying to work it out, to retain it, and he knows how people feel about him now.

"I was just wondering if perhaps you were... But it's fine. I won't bother you any further. Have a nice day." And he turns to go, ungloved hands slipping into his pockets.