[Looks like the joke was going to continue to be on the priest, because the profile was just as delectable as the full frontal. It was fascinating to see the contrast between Chikusa Kakimoto's dark hair and his flushed skin, and Mukuro was tempted to enliven his neck with more color by tonguing and biting and kissing bruises into life along the thin column of his throat, his own eyes wide and dark.

That mockery would have made Mukuro irritated at any other scenario, but instead he smirked and leaned in, chuckling softly as he put his mouth near Chikusa Kakimoto's ear.]

I have many talents you have not yet witnessed.

[But he sat back fully, giving the young priest as he started to touch himself, attention rapt.]

Why would I mock this? [Well, most likely he would sooner or later, but right now, he could honor that request.] You're very beautiful, Chikusa Kakimoto.