[The answer was rather shocking, and he had little reason to doubt his perfectly honest priest. Mukuro shot a small look at Chikusa Kakimoto, assessing him thoughtfully for a few heartbeats before dragging him into the cafe with good parfaits.

It was nice and warm, Mukuro peeling his scarf off almost immediately, and it smelled sweet.]

You never fail to surprise me, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[Then, as if to reward him for the proper answer:]

My host is most generous and sturdy. Every so often, he wishes to take control again and I allow him to do so.

[It would be best not to talk of why his host had allowed Mukuro to possess him in the first place, or why he was such a great fit for him. It was rare in this age that someone would wish to vehemently to murder their entire family, after all.

As for him, well.]

My sleep schedule is still tiresome, but I may finally be getting used to it. But there are other bodily functions I find just as irksome.