[ well, he won't argue. It's the kid's show, not his. Lupin just nods, satisfied enough with the answer, and turns his attention back to the tempting chest.

The lockpick makes him blink, and then he grins a little. ]

You made that yourself, right? You're pretty crafty. But...

[ he slips a hand within his own cloak, withdrawing what looks like a rather antiquated swiss army knife; once he folds it open, though, it's obvious that it's not. It's a sturdy set of steel lockpicks - slightly used, but doubtless still effective. He tosses them to Akira. ]

They don't last long, I bet. Try that. A thief's tools are his second most important asset.

[ the teacher-ing might get old... but it's coming from an honest place, it seems. ]