Maruki only just manages to catch his bearings as he watches the gloved hand, catches the small detail before placing his arm on his right shoulder- giving him a reassuring pat. "No, no- I," he catches himself, gulping down his own unease. "I love it. It's...very warm. And enlightening...ˢᵉᵛᵉʳᵃˡ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᶜʰᵒᶦᶜᵉˢ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵈʳᵒᵒᵐ," he says the last part too quickly as if his voice is cracking.

"What's up with the glove by the way?" he raises a brow as he gestures at the little accessory that looks frighteningly similar to what some Akechi wears.