[If Mukuro noticed the effect his small inspection had, he was kind enough not to say anything as he sat down, enjoying the smell of the tea for a few moments before taking a sip.]

They're beautiful. Could I commission one from you?

[For all the things he disliked about humanity, he could never find fault with painting. He liked how expressive it was, how evocative. It didn't hurt that most paintings were a good look into the painter's mind. He was deathly curious to know what the priest would paint him, if anything.

The question made him smirk slightly, and he canted his gaze up towards the priest.]

You mean other than my general interest in your affairs? [He let that linger for a few moments before adding:] I was curious if you were still sketching me.

[Because vanity folks, he had it in spades.]