[Desperate was the last look Mukuro would dislike on the priest's face, and he poorly hid an amused chuckle at his eagerness. At that observation, Mukuro only shrugged, smiling innocently.]

You should know better than most that my avarice isn't for wealth or money.

[No, he preferred something far more carnal. Besides, he doubted the priest was the kind to be impressed by shows of wealth, so going through all of that trouble would be an unnecessary hassle.

He raised an eyebrow at that information, nodding politely to the waitress who returned with his coffee that was piled nearly a mile high with whipped cream, chocolate and caramel syrup, and chocolate pieces. Happily, he dug into it, licking some of the whip cream off of the top, humming in appreciation.]

Oh changes like your cute fuzzy hat? Have you been wearing it?

[Mukuro please keep your cosplay fetish in check.]