[Akira sighs, laughing softly and settling, folding his arms over Akechi's chest and draping across him like a cat.]

No, I could. You can't, because you're not at your best right now. So it's not a fair competition. [He reaches out to brush his hair off his face, looking at him carefully.] ...have to wonder if you even meant to start that, or if your brain's already boiled.