[ Denji's gaze drips downward, clearly dismissing Aki's gesturing hands as she ponders the other woman's chest, the roundness curving through her top. Not so abundant it'd make the buttons strain and stretch against the placket, but if she looks long enough, she can see a tease of skin through the smalls openings in the slit…

Geez, it doesn't even look like she's wearing a push-up bra. ]

…I don't get why you're being nice, since ya seemed pretty against me and my date with Makima at first. [ Her eyes shift away. Upper lip hooking up as she picks at her teeth with a pinky nail, she raises the remote again, swapping the news for some type of shoe or movie. Some couple donned in robes are clinking champagne flutes in their hotel room. ] But I toldja before, remember? I don't do owing people. So we should trade something. Let's say… what I got from Emi-chan for that shirt-dress thing you got from whoever.

[ An exchange of unwanted gifts. Seems fair to Denji. ]

I bet it'd fit you more than me.

[ So she's aware that the sizing wasn't a match and still insisted that it was suitable for the movies… ]