You have me misunderstood. I want to corrupt you, Chikusa Kakimoto. Your profession only sweetens the deal.

[It was said almost dismissively from the kitchen, Mukuro poking his head into the little opening of the counter.]

Would you like more tea?

[Said as easily if they were talking about the weather and not how Mukuro was currently planning to drag Chikusa into a sexy hell. As he let the tea steep, Mukuro chuckled lightly, leaning his hip idly against the counter.]

I am not like most other demons.