[Was the priest already catching onto his mannerisms? Normally that would be a sign that Mukuro should take his leave and haunt other places, but he found it fascinating in the face of the seemingly unyielding priest. He should be insulted, he supposed, but mostly it just made him laugh, and he took another step forward. He could see it for what it was. A deflection, an attempt to make himself not so obvious. The thudding of his heart rate was as loud as a drum, no matter how hard the young priest tried to quell it.]
Not enough.
[It was said shamelessly, Mukuro's eyes drifting down to the priest's lips.]
no subject
Not enough.
[It was said shamelessly, Mukuro's eyes drifting down to the priest's lips.]
I want you to show me what else you've learned.