Would you prefer if I acted victorious or pulled out my hair and lamented your lost virtue?

[Mukuro made his way into the priest's kitchen, a bit surprised that he hadn't been kicked out immediately afterward so the priest could pray and have a crisis. All things considered, he seemed to handle it well. Or perhaps he was still winding down from the post-coital bliss, and it would hit him in full force later.

Casually, Mukuro started the kettle, flicking his hair out of his face.]

Perhaps I shouldn't tell you what else I plan to do to you, if you're worried my reaction is too casual.