[Fight him with your mouth on his priest.

Unfortunately, Mukuro still considered the debt outstanding, but he would wait in order to cash in. Fleeting physical pleasure was correct. He was in this for the long haul, for better or for worse. He wasn't keen on ruining months of hard work just for a few moments of release.

The tea was done by the time that the priest returned, and Mukuro poured himself a cup, glancing over his shoulder.]

Did you want some too, priest? And can you keep it confined in your cup this time?

[He took the offered sketchbook, expecting to see sketches of wildlife or of the city or more Bible verses, but his eyes widened slightly at the sight of himself at the first page. He settled down at the table, turning it over curiously in his hands before really taking it in. Just the one page implies that there are more, and while he can't say that he enjoyed how upset he looked in the picture it was still... chaste as the priest had said.]

I would have thought if you truly sketched me at all it would be burning in the fires of hell. Can I keep this?

[He held the page up just in case there was any question as to what he was talking about.]