A pleasure to meet you, young sir Akechi, though I wish it could have been under less tense circumstances. [Sherwood pulls the gloves more firmly around his fingers and up his wrists, given they're a bit small for his very lanky hands, but better than nothing. He can follow the man's form into the brighter beyond of the onsen, to the main space of the Ace suite, but a previous problem is still not resolved.]

What a bother, I cannot see a thing up close as these walls, even in such broad light. Have you any spare glasses? It seems I'm fit to owe you favor upon favor.