[Well, that's certainly a more bombastic sort of jazz. Not unpleasant, at least. Akechi listens for a moment before shifting his attention to Emmet's words.

That last bit in particular... Hm.]

I take it the suspicions are founded more in fear than anything tangible. Some creatures in my own reality face similar scrutiny, such as black cats in the west.

[He projects an image of a solid black cat with yellow eyes...

For a few seconds, before said cat takes on a different appearance... and then another.

Once the cat appears more like a mascot, he shouts out, "It's almost scary how good I am!"

A wave of irritation ripples through the message.]

...Pardon that impromptu segue. I was just reminded of a certain someone back home.