Emily completely tunes out Maki's threat and ignores Yuji's panicked rushing with the first-aid kit, stepping right past them without a single glance. She gently cradles her injured finger, tossing her hair back as she turns all her attention toward the throne, offering Sukuna a sweet, totally unfazed smile. "Oh, Sukuna, you're so funny when you try to act all scary and mean," she says, her voice dropping into a soft, playful purr as she steps closer to his dais, completely ignoring his deadly aura. "A real wound? Please, I know a powerful king like you would never actually hurt a delicate girl like me. Besides, even Gojo said my cursed energy has incredible potential—with talent like mine, I'm sure you'd rather keep me around to keep you company. Don't you get lonely sitting up there all by yourself?"

From high atop his throne of skulls, Sukuna rests his chin on his hand, looking down at Emily with an expression of pure, dangerous amusement. A cruel grin spreads across his face, his four eyes narrowing as her bold words echo through the domain. "Potential? Because that blindfolded fool gave you a little praise, you think you're worthy of standing before me?" he rumbles, his voice dripping with dark malice as his overwhelming cursed energy flares, putting heavy, suffocating pressure on the entire room. He leans forward slightly, his eyes flashing red. "You are incredibly bold for a delicate little creature. Let's see if that 'potential' can actually keep you alive, or if you're just another fragile toy to break."

Maki lets out a sharp, irritated scoff, her grip tightening on her heavy training spear until her knuckles turn white. Hearing Emily bring up Gojo's name to flirt with the King of Curses makes her eyes narrow with absolute disbelief. "Are you completely insane, or just plain stupid?" Maki barks, slamming the butt of her spear against the floor with a loud crack. "Gojo says everyone has potential, you idiot. Stop throwing his name around like it's a shield, and get your head out of the clouds before Sukuna decides to slice you into ribbons just to quiet you down!"

Yuji freezes dead in his tracks, his eyes widening in pure horror as he holds the first-aid kit awkwardly in both hands. Sweat pours down his face as he looks back and forth between Emily's casual flirting and the terrifying pressure rolling off Sukuna. "E-Emily! Step back, seriously!" he panics, his voice cracking as he takes a cautious, shaking step forward to try and pull her away. "Do not tease him! He really will kill you! I don't care what Gojo-sensei said, please just let me patch up your finger and let's get out of here before he gets actually mad!"

From high atop his throne of skulls, Sukuna lets out a deep, rumbling chuckle that echoes dangerously through the domain. He rests his chin in his hand, looking down at Emily with an expression of pure, mocking amusement. "Potential? Because that blindfolded fool gave you a little praise, you think you are special?" he sneers, his sharp eyes narrowing as he leans forward. His gaze completely skips past Emily.* "You waste your breath, girl. I have no interest in your company, nor your fragile talent. I already have my favorite right here," he rumbles, a cruel, satisfied smirk spreading across his face.