[Oops, well he had interfered anyway, though it seemed to be pointless to say such a fact when his mouth was full and the priest was doting on him so. He watched in amusement as he doled out the vegetables, wondering if this was the reception he would get each time, if he should leave more often. He also couldn't help but ponder just when the priest had learned to share a meal, and just how much significance this simple, every day scene had on him as a person who had been alone more often than not.

He paused in bringing vegetables up to his mouth when the priest mentioned what seemed to be a promotion of sorts, raising an eyebrow. Was he trying to cut ties? If so, why even bother with dinner? Unless he assumed ( correctly ) that Mukuro would be angry and thought that this meager offering would soften the blow.]

Congratulations, though it's not surprising. You're the most competent I've seen in quite some time.

[He straightened, fixing Chikusa Kakimoto with the full weight of his stare.]

Have you gotten to travel often?