[Oh, that. The tension that had been building in Mukuro's shoulders evaporated instantly, and he prepared two mugs, chuckling softly.]

I only spoke to you, Chikusa Kakimoto. If you were expecting to hear I did dark magic or something supernatural, you'll be disappointed.

[He turned to face the mortal fully, smirking.]

It seems like you like being told what to do and being talked dirty to. Perhaps it's not too surprising, considering your occupation and religion.