[ Denji grunts when her collar tightens against her throat and she's harshly separated from the screen, tugged back to a more reasonable width away. Her glare only lasts a second, flashing in confusion at Aki's words. ]

Whaddaya mean? They kept rooting for her. She was goin' through something sucky and they stilled believed she would come out on top… Ain't that what fans are s'posed to do?

[ And then the devil hunters hunt the devils. The concept that there are designated roles they all play — she always expected Aki would be a stickler for that kind of thing.

No longer worried that her housemate may try to do something as payback for their earlier skirmish, figuring Aki's let bygones begone or however that saying goes, and has no plans to lash out, ruck Denji's shirt up to reveal her own nothing-tits — she looks at her closely, back somewhat hunched. Doesn't try to put space between the two of them. ]

You… You're not drunk, are ya? I thought you didn't care about Emi-chan.