[Hm, well. Akechi turns away, politely, as Sherwood rises. Even so, he sizes him up quickly from the corner of his eye. In this kind of place, it doesn't seem so impolite.

He smiles, his false smile. He's been doing that less. It feels even more false than before.]

I'd suggest you didn't.

[But then he blinks, contemplating. Ah, modern phrases. Right. He taps his own watch.] We call this a watch, as it was based on a wristwatch. The resort -- that is what they call this place. Normally a resort would be a place to rest, but...

[He rubs his forehead.]

You'll see soon enough.