[It was good to know that Mukuro hadn't lost his touch, and he let out a soft chuckle at the blush that stained the priest's cheeks. It was an ego booster, not that he supposed he needed one, but considering how much the priest had been protesting his presence...]

Just your continued company as always.

[Mukuro flicked his bangs out of his face as he flagged down the waitress, smirking over at the priest.]

No? What would you do with the knowledge of where I lived? Send a mob with pitchforks? Break in to see how a demon decorates? Join me in the shower?

[The last one was said with a particularly throaty laugh at the thought, Mukuro propping his chin up with the palm of his hand.]