[By the time Mukuro shuffles into the kitchen, Chikusa is halfway through the batter. All that's really left is the stirring. That means he's free to look up as soon as he hears the demon, and the sight is almost so ridiculous he wants to laugh. The great and mighty demon who'd possessed a priest, now acting like a little child, over just a little bit of alcohol.]

[Chikusa hides whatever fondness in his eyes which might betray him by looking back down to what he's doing.]

I thought you might need it. Anyway, I imagine it's because others build up a tolerance for it. I'm used to wine, for example.

[Batter done, he moves onto the strips of bacon and the frying pan.]

I would have thought you would be for certain.