[It's definitely pleasing that he still had such a visible effect on the priest, but it didn't make Mukuro smug enough to actually put into words why he was in this decrepit, highly inconvenient body.

Drink finished, Mukuro started back into his salad, unsatisfying compared to the highly sugary drink.]

You're not a foolish and unintelligent man, priest. Why do you think I went through all the hard work of taking a vessel?