[ Akira merely accepts that answer, though leaving room to keep scanning Goro whether it be his face or his back. Of course, he trails along as a host—also out of curiosity. What has caught the detective's attention this time? Fruit. He hovers, peeking over Goro's shoulder while the cat squirms in his arms and lets out a distraught meow.

It distresses Akira all the same, so he carefully corrects him in how to hold the stray (though in the back of his mind, he should be taking it away). The bag of fruits? He will take and become the ferry of the day. Kitty will be content here, though it does look up to him with big, inquisitive eyes as it holds onto his arm like a body pillow.

You smell different. You're new. ]

I think it's more common to hear someone complain about their horrible eyesight. [ But now that Goro learned of his deep, dark secret, he should confess. Rubbing his neck, he looks up to the ceiling. ] To be honest, I thought those glasses would give me a new identity.

[ The mention of Morgana makes him smile though. ]

He's a good babysitter. I'm not sure where I would be without him. [ Tilting his head, he watches his guest some more. ] Did you want to check out the other shops?

[ City boy. ]