Worry not. I'm not cruel enough to actually cook for you. [At least he's not overconfident in his abilities in the kitchen. He's come to accept that food-related items are his nemesis.

Akechi reaches over the table and catches a strand of Akira's hair between his fingers, curling the digit around it.] And she was right to do so. Your good genes will take you only so far. I hope you had enough common sense to use sunscreen at the beach.

[He keeps twirling the hair around his finger for a bit before withdrawing, looking rather thoughtful for moment.]

You will tell her, though? She always seemed to be rather.. infatuated with you.