[The sound of the couch protesting a new weight sounded like victory, and Mukuro smirked triumphantly as he followed Chikusa Kakimoto down, kneeling at his feet. Gently, he rested his hands at the top of his thighs, chuckling softly at that jab.]

I have patience for when it's necessary. Why should I deny us both what we want?

[He watched the young priest's face, smirking slightly.]

Do you want to undress or do you want me to do so for you?