[All that sauntering and swaying is very intentional, isn't it? Kaeya realizes this and yet he finds it more enjoyable to play along and reach out to steady Akira by his shoulders, lest his scrawny ass pitch forward and fall face first in that dubious bowl of punch.]

Mm, I can see that. Brimming with confidence with no room left for shame... You're quite fortunate that you're easy on the eyes.

[He doesn't doubt that Akira's good looks have gotten him out of trouble at least once in the past.]