All of God's creatures do. You're no different than me.

[Mukuro started down the streets he knew so well, nodding to a few parishioners as he passed by them, but it wasn't difficult to guess where Lancia was staying. There were few openings in this tiny town, and gossip flourished as easy as superstition. Lancia's rough appearance hadn't helped matters, though it seemed his personality couldn't be further removed from his looks than Mukuro's own.

He waved aside the mention of thanks, instead latching onto what else Lancia had to say.]

So what drew you to this little town if you're used to the larger cities?