[Ordinarily, Shinichi could keep his cool and brush off comments about being a kid without any problem other the a bit of tension in his shoulders and a few sour thoughts. This was different.

One, because Kaitou Kid knew his real identity, as he'd just proved again in addressing him as 'Kudo' the other being that he'd had a run in with a fake lead-so to speak. All the feelings he held about being trapped in a such a pathetic excuse for a body tended to surface when when the black organization or a fake lead came up.

He was not a child. Or at least... he looked down at his right hand. ...He wasn't supposed to be...

With a quick scoff he shoved his hand in his pocket and snapped his gaze back to Kid]

I'm not helpless.