[Akechi's back tightens at the accusation, but it doesn't stop him from pulling his shirt on, buttoning it as quickly as he can and tucking it into his pants. Leave it to Ren to cut straight to the heart of the matter. It's something Akechi had always appreciated, even when his princely personality had forced him to take a more roundabout route.
So the answer he gives Ren in exchange is equally as direct, though he doesn't turn yet. He's still getting dressed, after all.]
Do you trust me?
[He pulls his tie around his neck and works to tie it, fingers moving automatically as his muscles stay tense. It's a rhetorical question, really. He knows Ren can't trust him. He's never had any reason to trust him.
He glances back over his shoulder, his own gaze sharpening at the sight of the anger in Ren's eyes. There's a sick sort of satisfaction to knowing he's sparked such a reaction from him, even as much as he wishes Ren wouldn't.]
We have a job to do, Ren. I won't let you get distracted.
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So the answer he gives Ren in exchange is equally as direct, though he doesn't turn yet. He's still getting dressed, after all.]
Do you trust me?
[He pulls his tie around his neck and works to tie it, fingers moving automatically as his muscles stay tense. It's a rhetorical question, really. He knows Ren can't trust him. He's never had any reason to trust him.
He glances back over his shoulder, his own gaze sharpening at the sight of the anger in Ren's eyes. There's a sick sort of satisfaction to knowing he's sparked such a reaction from him, even as much as he wishes Ren wouldn't.]
We have a job to do, Ren. I won't let you get distracted.