[Having the utter hollowness of his life picked and prodded at draws an immediate reaction out of him. Nothing obvious, more subtle- a tension gathering in his shoulders, pale eyes seeming to darken, and his arms crossing over one another. It's an attempt at seeming authoritative but it's only half successful. Instead, it more gives off the impression that he's holding himself together.]

...Everyone has been concerned with Father Morgan's condition, and I can tend to myself.

[But it's not something he truly wants, no. Admitting such weakness to a demon, however, is asking for trouble.]

[As much as he wants to distance himself from the creature, Chikusa stays where he is on the other side of the counter. He's not going to be chased off in his own home, even if it is a shadow of such.]

The only thing I agreed to was to let you visit me. I have no desire to give you anything else.