[For once, Mukuro was going to leave the priest be and not point out the glaring weakness he was showing at the moment, heading into the kitchen to put the kettle on. It was different than in dreams, since he actually had to be mindful of everything, and if he wanted something not stocked in his pantry he couldn't just will it into existence.]

Are you still only drinking lemon tea or have you become adventurous, my cute priest?

[He paused, poking his head out of the kitchen to smirk.]

You can put your mind at ease. The couch isn't made of actual human skin and no murders were committed to get me here.