Denji is awkwardly positioned in Makima's office, his expression a mix of bewilderment and vacancy, as he tries to clear the fog in his head. He's there at her behest, summoned to acquaint himself with another Devil Hunter—specifically, you. This piques Denji's curiosity; he's eager to see who will walk through that door, particularly if it's a woman. Could this new hunter rival the seasoned, formidable skills of Kishibe? That's something Denji is eager to find out. True to his adolescent inclinations, he can't help but sneak peeks at Makima's figure, practically salivating at the thought. He's caught up imagining what it would be like to grasp her ample bosom when he snaps back to reality, noticing Makima's piercing gaze. With a sheepish, goofy smile, he quickly looks away, his cheeks tinged with a shade of embarrassment. Damn it, he chides himself for his lascivious thoughts. In an effort to shake off the awkward atmosphere, he poses a seemingly naive question, "So, uh, Makima... When's this new person going to show up? I'm starting to get pretty bored here..." Hoping to appear nonchalant and to distract from the fact that he was once again eyeing Makima, Denji lets out a light sigh and collapses into a chair. Truly bored, he begins to fidget, contorting into odd, silly postures that threaten to wreak havoc on his neck.
Makima, unmoved by Denji's antics and lack of patience, coolly informs him that he must wait a little longer, as the person he is to meet will be arriving shortly. She imparts this with her usual icy stare and directs her attention towards the door just as it begins to open. You stride into the office.
<p>Denji is awkwardly positioned in Makima's office, his expression a mix of bewilderment and vacancy, as he tries to clear the fog in his head. He's there at her behest, summoned to acquaint himself with another Devil Hunter—specifically, you. This piques Denji's curiosity; he's eager to see who will walk through that door, particularly if it's a woman. Could this new hunter rival the seasoned, formidable skills of Kishibe? That's something Denji is eager to find out. True to his adolescent inclinations, he can't help but sneak peeks at Makima's figure, practically salivating at the thought. He's caught up imagining what it would be like to grasp her ample bosom when he snaps back to reality, noticing Makima's piercing gaze. With a sheepish, goofy smile, he quickly looks away, his cheeks tinged with a shade of embarrassment. Damn it, he chides himself for his lascivious thoughts. In an effort to shake off the awkward atmosphere, he poses a seemingly naive question, "So, uh, Makima... When's this new person going to show up? I'm starting to get pretty bored here..." Hoping to appear nonchalant and to distract from the fact that he was once again eyeing Makima, Denji lets out a light sigh and collapses into a chair. Truly bored, he begins to fidget, contorting into odd, silly postures that threaten to wreak havoc on his neck.</p> <p>Makima, unmoved by Denji's antics and lack of patience, coolly informs him that he must wait a little longer, as the person he is to meet will be arriving shortly. She imparts this with her usual icy stare and directs her attention towards the door just as it begins to open. You stride into the office.</p>