It was more accidental than anything else. [Casual. Akechi deliberates over her wound and the fact that he has to dig out the bullets. His gloves won't do. It's a point of irritation. He isn't bothered by the blood of it all, or anything else. He's bothered by the fact that they will be touching soon.] Would you believe that we simply ran into one another?

[He talks as he pulls off his gloves, tucking them away in his coat. Akechi zips up a pocket and steps closer, fingers curling into a preparatory claw. He's not keen on the method here, but he lacks anything more than a gun to do as he'd like. The saving grace is her apparent healing factor.]

I'm sorry to say that I doubt he's any fan of mine, [he adds.

It's only soon after that he reaches forward to begin digging out the bullet. At least he gave her time to process that. Once the connection between them begins, his emotions bleed into her quickly. Jealousy and rage and a hint of disgust, all flowing together. The jealousy is the most fresh: jealousy over her father calling her a queen, over fiercely defending her against someone who wasn't even an enemy. Thinking of Klaus brings up his own issues.

What she will get beyond that is that it's less that he turns off his emotions and more that he's trained in keeping his face from matching what's inside. It's a front row seat to all of his issues.

His brow furrows as his fingers flex into her wound, wrapping around the bullet to yank it free.]