[The sound of fabric slithering down to the floor, blanket collapsing in on itself as it's abandoned... Chikusa is already well aware of what it signals even before those hands at his waist catch his breath. He knew this would happen, that the demon would drink it up, but that doesn't stop his skin from tingling where lips brush against it.]

[Dealing with him 24/7.... It really is going to be a trial, isn't it?]

I'm not smuggling you from town to town.... It's not really a secret. The church doesn't forbid traveling companions, last I checked.

[Excuses, excuses, excuses. He knows. Gritting his teeth, he tries to hold to his morals a little more strongly- remembering how the demon fell asleep on him helps- and makes an attempt at shrugging the demon off.]

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm cooking.