For the moment, Souji replied with a polite smile. He could have admitted that, indeed, the detective’s information often proved to be useful in solving the cases or that, most of the time, no effort was ever deployed into obtaining said information due to his chattery habits. He could have, but he wouldn’t want to strike up the suspicion that he actually made use of that classified data. Moreover, admitting would most probably boost the man’s ego… though it wasn’t as if it was something he was against, but anyhow, the general conclusion was that it was best to avoid the subject.
“Heh, is that how you think of me? That hurts.” Nevertheless, aside from being a detective, Adachi was a friend of the family and it would be rather troublesome for Souji if he was labelled as an opportunist. Moreover, the man did not seem to be in his best condition (though honestly, that wasn’t a rare sight) and it would be best to keep him in a good mood.
Souji lowered his gaze for a moment and incidentally took a look at the item in the other’s hands. He was in no position to judge, but he couldn’t help but wonder what his weekly diet looked like. “Ah, are you heading home after this?”
Adachi’s eyebrows would straighten out. A lose expression over coming his face as he found himself letting out a soft chuckle. It was comical how at times he could easily sway the conversation to go his way, but for the moment Adachi had nothing he could talk to the other that he already didn’t possibly know. Besides, Adachi had other things in mind.
"Home? Yeah I guess you can call that dinky room of an apartment my home." The detective would joke, letting his shoulders shrug forward in a begrudgingly manner, "What about you, going to cook your sweet Nanako-chan something to eat?" There was a bit of chime in his voice, almost as if he was picturing the delicious meal the other would gather up to make, "Well, for dojima-san as well I take it? Boy, you sure got a lot on your plate for someone your age."