"Don't you fuckin' 'chan' me, or I really will kick your ass," Denji mumbles miserably as he steps in. This dude's a highschool athlete... Denji thinks he looks like a thug. He can't return the sentiment—'cute.' His dick's got no opinion... though his eyes do linger on his waist.

"Isn't this a bit much just for answerin' some damn questions? If it was just about that I'd still be yellin' at you through my texts or whatever."

Denji doesn't look proud of it, face red as he scowls away. This dude was probably just being affable about the reality of things here, but Denji feels like he has to be certain they're. Uh. On the same page.