[ he's been in scarier places - at least, that's what he's convinced himself, and even if this place was scary, he's not the type to show it at all! He's Arsene Lupin, for Pete's sake. Circumstances are strange, but he's taking it all in stride, and, frankly, it's rather impressive. Perhaps it's because there's a sense of belonging about it all: this world, this situation, and the teenage boy he finds himself with, too. He may not recognize the landscape, but he recognizes him, somehow, his thoughts, his intentions, and that odd sense of familiarity - a connection - keeps him from being lost here.

The task is nothing he's not ready for, either. Stealing hearts? He could do it with his eyes closed. With a crooked grin, he nods, tipping his hat towards Akira. His excitement is palpable (perhaps moreso for Lupin) and mirrors his own eagerness. Stealing had always been a performance as much as a way of life for him, after all. ]

But you don't know where, right? [ definitely not traditional. still. ] Well, that's fine. Your loyal Lupin has a success rate of 100%, and that won't be changing tonight.