[Just with that offer, Mukuro felt all his irritation and anger melt out of him, replaced instead with a sense of smug satisfaction and victory. And interestingly and with a small measure of concern, there was a slow blossoming of affection winding through his rib cage, a fond sort of worry. He had meant what he said about the priest giving everything to him willingly. He didn't want to hear it later, if the priest ever came to his senses, that Mukuro had tricked him into this. He wanted him to know exactly why and how he had gotten there, and who was to blame.

With more gentleness than he had displayed in a long time, he closed the distance between the two of them, lifting a hand to the mortal's face, cupping it tenderly so Chikusa Kakimoto would have to meet his gaze.]

Do not do it out of fairness. Do it if you want to.

[He let out a small chuckle, moving away to break the spell, tugging his hair tie out of his hair.]

I haven't worked so diligently to have you perish from blood loss.