[Once Denji lays down, Aki begins to get up until he suddenly speaks. It's that kind of tone he uses when he seems like he really wants to get something out, rushed and tripping over his own words. In the past it was always to ask something stupid or confirm something anyone else would find obvious. You wash your hands before eating. You don't put body soap in your hair. You read comics from right to left. What he follows it up with, about whether dogs smell good or not... It's a similar kind of stupid statement, one that has Aki staring at him, at his hand out of the covers. He reaches out to take it, then pushes it below the sheets.]

I don't especially like it, no.

[Does Denji like it...? Does he think he shares the smell? Standing up and briefly looking around the room, he adds offhandedly,] You don't smell bad. Not like that.

[Maybe he's still thinking about the Makima stuff. Maybe he really thought of himself like a dog. But didn't they all, in some ways?]

[He makes him have the weirdest conversations. Without a word, he steps out of the room to cross to the bathroom, briefly running the tap over the cloth before returning to put it onto Denji's forehead. A light pat to make it stick in place.]

There are better things to smell like. Don't trust a devil's opinion on something like that.