If that's your response, I'd rather pick up where we left off last.

[It was both vexing and comforting to know that the priest was taking all of this in stride. Vexing because it meant that he might not be taking him seriously at all. Comforting because it meant that he wouldn't cut Mukuro out like this, at least not right away.

He sugared his tea liberally before bringing the tea to the couch, handing the priest his and holding his own mug with both hands, trying to get warm. It seemed ever since he had been trapped in this body, he hadn't been able to get warm.]

Or if you're still feeling shy, having dinner again would be nice.