[A bit of column A, a bit of column B. Kaeya does pride himself in looking just good enough to distract from whatever bullshit he's getting up to at any given time, but in either case, his answer to that is as simple as the broad grin on his lips.]

Certainly. It's in the way you carry yourself.

[Not much slips past those sharp eyes, do they? Kaeya hums, allowing himself a moment to "think," but he's already settled on his answer.]

You're young, but you carry yourself like a man who has lived a thousand different lives. That's not to say you behave as an old man would, simply that, at a glance, I can't help wondering what difficulties you've faced in your young life.

[In so many words, Akechi strikes him as the sort of person who's had to grow up quite quickly.]