You know as well as I do priest, that this is far from crude. If that's how you're taking it, perhaps you should be going to a confessional instead of on an outing with me.

[Mukuro smirked, smug and triumphant, humming happily as he dug into his drink, a sugary confection that was once again topped generously with whipped cream and sprinkles. It was difficult to know if this was his sweet tooth, one of the few perks there was to being human, or if it was his host's.

It was interesting how the priest was trying to justify his actions, and Mukuro let out a low chuckle at that, lashes fluttering halfway shut.]

Whatever you say, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[He might as well have said, 'they're not going to stay solely confined to dreams for long', but he hoped his leer and knowing smirk did that for him.]

I look forward to when that changes. I haven't fully tested this body out.

[Which might be a lie.]