[The chill night air feels almost heavenly against his face. Only now does he realize just how hot and stifling the air had been inside. No wonder, really. It's not like the tavern in the question comes with an AC or another air filtration system. He inhales deep through his nose and letting the air flow smoothly out between his lips. Ah, yes. This is good.

With a roll of his shoulders he offers his new acquaintance a smirk.]

Someone like me? My, we've barely met and your making assumptions about me, stranger.

[Well, to be fair Akechi doesn't exactly scream a party-goer of any kind. Unlike the man in front of him, whose relaxed and confident demeanor tells him that he must feel at a home in places like these.]

No coercion. At least when it comes to partaking to such gathering. [Staying as long as he had, though? Yeah, definitely Akira's fault.]