My, my, should I do something different? I suppose I could go to church every Sunday and spend time with you there, but it might make things difficult for you.

[Mukuro yawned slightly before taking a sip of his tea, the hot liquid failing to rouse him. Undoubtedly within the next half hour he'd be sound asleep, so it bore asking:]

Would you like to stay the night?

[And before the priest could start flailing, he waved a hand dismissively.]

I would take the couch, unless you've missed having me in bed.