[With a small sigh of satisfaction, Mukuro accepted his mug, sugaring it far more than necessary. He scowled slightly at that assessment, canting his head up to look at the priest.]

Shouldn't you see it more as I followed the instructions you gave me? Though I'll take some comfort in the fact that I got you into my bed the first night I took you home.

[Even if he wasn't in it at the same time, but idle victories he would take.

The repeated question, however, made him frown into his tea, taking a sip to fortify himself.]

You already know the answer to that, Chikusa Kakimoto. How many times are you going to ask before you're satisfied?