And I'm grateful for it priest. I'll pay back the favor when I learn more about cooking.

[Which he was in no real hurry to learn, since it seemed like the priest would dote on him regardless of his mood. The kick to the chair and then the priest heading towards the cupboards was proof of that, and it got a small, soft chuckle out of Mukuro.

The priest's grumblings was only met with a yawn as Mukuro curled up further into the blankets, retracting his feet so that they were underneath him.]

Of course not. Spending time with you is my priority.

[Still, he should probably head home and change clothes and attend to his affairs.]