It's nothing I haven't done before. It's just more up close than I'm accustomed to.

[He watched the priest's face, unhindered now that his attention was elsewhere, admiring the smoothness of his skin, the delicate column of his neck, and his hands steady on the steering wheel. The few times Mukuro had tried to get behind the wheel of a vehicle had ended up disastrously, yet the priest does it so effortlessly. Mukuro would be jealous if he wasn't enjoying the private space in the car, their own little world encased in metal.]

Are you jealous priest? There's no need to be. There are none who have caught my interest like you have.