[Earlier, when Chikusa had assumed his teacher to be weak, Mukuro had wondered what sort of weakness he had seen in the man. And what sort he saw in himself. That shallow posturing screamed weakness, cracks in Chikusa's armor that Mukuro could slither into and extort. Maybe he would, gently and almost lovingly. Tearing a person apart required a delicate hand, especially if Mukuro wanted to piece him back together. So, he only let out a small chuckle, leaning back away from the counter to saunter around the room, taking it in.]

We both know that your mentor will make a full recovery. Though it is admirable of your clergy, knowing full and well that a demon has taken an interest in you, are trying to distance themselves further still from you. I hadn't thought it possible.

[He turned back to face Chikusa with an amused smirk, red eye glowing ominously.]

Do you really value your company so little? [As for 'no desire' well. That would get an almost fond chuckle out of him.] Liar.