[Though Kamui's observant himself, the smoke screen of Sholmes' usual facade holds fast. That, and he's fully distracted by the criminal power radiating off the kuchisake-onna shopkeeper-- his eyes follow her, expression uneasy, as she meanders back to the counter to turn the register back on again. This youkai owns a candy shop. Surely, no matter what his senses say, and no matter what old wives tales he remembers from Japan, she wouldn't attempt to attack her customers. Right?

It's only when Sholmes calls out to him that he breaks that gaze. He dismisses those thoughts quickly to properly introduce himself at last--]

Kamui is fine. Kamui Uehara. It's nice to meet you, Mr...?

[He takes a moment to smile politely up at him, and now that they're inside and well-lit, it's even more apparent that Kamui's eyes aren't the same color. Though the right's a very commonplace dark brown, the left is a bright, unnatural silver. He blinks, then, finally recalling the actual request Sholmes has made.]

Ah, right. Well, do you like chocolates? Other types of sweets? I have a few suggestions I could give.

[And it's the kind of place that lets you buy a bag of candy based on weight, so he could have all of them if he really wanted.]