[He's so active for this early. Aki remembers him as someone sleepy and slow to start in the morning, crawling out of bed and wandering in a daze from the bathroom to the table... Did he just not sleep much last night? His eyes dart down to watch him knock against his thigh until he pulls away, then settles his foot flat to give him a steady spot to perch.]

Don't remind me. [If anything, those kicks had only solidified his dislike of Denji. It was hard to get much worse from where he was to start with, even after he found out he was partially a devil.] You were a punk who got dropped in my lap with no warning, of course I couldn't stand you. [His hands pause, suddenly, looking at their situation right now. A punk, in his lap. But at least he got a warning this time. He resumes running them down his arms, then to his chest to slide over his skin.] But you're feeding her bad habits. At least I put my foot down with you.