Akito lets his disguise drop completely, trusting enough of the Hotel that his visit won't be used against him by any possible onlookers, and wanting to feel like he's in his own skin again. It's more comfortable, which might soothe his nerves somewhat.

His body is tense, even sitting. Anton is right - just saying things Akito already knows. Or mostly right, at least. He could argue his point on disposability in this situation if he felt like bothering, but he doesn't, especially as it would need him to give away more information than he intends.

"I made a promise of confidentiality," Akito says slowly, taking time to word things to the best of his ability. "Breaking it would put everyone involved at risk."