[He's not even going to ask.]

[...Besides. The tea kettle is whistling now, and he quickly goes to get the mugs ready. The steam wafting up, warm and wet, helps clean away any remaining sleep from his brain.]

I preferred it. You didn't bother me, and were manageable.

[With the tea ready, he lets it steep as he places one mug in front of Mukuro.]

...What do you want out of this? It can't simply be my company.