[Avoidance. Well, that's interesting. Chikusa takes another sip of his tea, observing the demon across from him calmly. Even he can tell that Mukuro doesn't like this. There's no smug curve to his lips, and his eyes aren't narrowed piercingly. In fact, compared to the expressions Chikusa has seen on his face in the past, he's rather reserved. At least, in his opinion.]

[Good.]

You're right... They have been pointed out. And, for a few days, I've been thinking on them. After all... I'm a priest. I've been a pious person for most of my life. Yet I've been letting you into my dreams, into my bed...

[Setting the mug down, he clasps his hands together and rests them on the tabletop.]

...Because I'm weak. Because it's nice to hear that someone, even a demon, might find value in me, or want to touch me in any way.

But I have no interest in those things if they're falsehoods.

[Taking a breath, he looks straight into those mismatched eyes.]

I'm ending the contract.