[ He stares at Akechi through his whole monologue, continues it for a long moment afterwards.

Then laughs, defeated. ]

Yeah, I believe I deserved that. Well-played.

[ Make no mistake, he's incredibly irritated about the state of his belongings! He gathers up the shirt, the satchel, the shoe, places them on the table to take back to his room afterwards–

And there it is. ]

My mug!

[ He stoops too quickly as he scoops it up, hisses in pain on the stiff, unsteady way back up. Damn back.

If he had a free hand, he'd swat Akechi again on his way back to the bar, fond and annoyed at once. ]

The dogs even knew which mug I prefer, huh. Smart guys.