[ The soapy water, Aki's palms — both things are so warm that, when he isn't being touched by either, he can feel the air making his skin rise all the more acutely, tracing down his body. Drop past the angular seams in his skin, the swell of muscle in his chest, the bunch of his belly from sitting nearly curled in his lap. Clearly, Denji's gotten stronger in the time Aki's been away, but he still shivers like he's the same scraggly cadaver that arrived at Aki's front door with only his newly provided uniform hanging loose down his form. His arms stretch half-up, opening himself to more of the cleaning. ]

She has good habits! Sometimes! You've seen her walk and feed the dogs.

[ He really didn't sleep much, but ordinarily that'd just make someone even drowsier and slow-to-react when they're up. But, probably, Denji's energy can be chalked up to the fact that he's been waiting for Aki to wake up, just to be able to talk to him like this. Not necessarily about Nayuta, but the feeling of bantering again without any devil concerns fogging his brain — it's fun. It's like how they used to be. ]

…It's a pain in the ass to eat someone, you know. Takes up all the space in the fridge. I don't wanna do anything that'll make her turn out — [ Like Makima. ] Well, in a bad way.