[The joke doesn't go over Chikusa's head, hints of that old blush creeping along his skin. If he wasn't so pale, perhaps it wouldn't be so noticeable, but there's no escaping it now.]
So long as you don't expect or want anything in return.
[It wouldn't necessarily hurt, would it...? It's not as though it's food the demon is making himself.]
[The next statements earn a scoff, and Chikusa crosses his arms on the table.]
I wouldn't do something like that.
[...It would make people lose faith in their church if, for no apparent reason, one of the priests just started hammering crosses into a random man's door.]
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So long as you don't expect or want anything in return.
[It wouldn't necessarily hurt, would it...? It's not as though it's food the demon is making himself.]
[The next statements earn a scoff, and Chikusa crosses his arms on the table.]
I wouldn't do something like that.
[...It would make people lose faith in their church if, for no apparent reason, one of the priests just started hammering crosses into a random man's door.]