[What a truly saddening turn of events. Mukuro's mouth pulled down into a frown as Chikusa Kakimoto put the hat away, and he leaned back in his chair, sighing softly. How stubborn he was, this little priest, but it would make having him be seduced to his way of thought all the more rewarding.]

Then what would you sell it for? Some idle conversation? To learn more about demons? [He leaned forward again in his chair, lashes lowered.] To find happiness?

[Seeing as how Mukuro had been telling more of the truth than he would have liked, he only chuckled dismissively, tilting his head to the side.]

Does it matter? Aren't all demons liars and every word I tell you suspect? Besides, [He paused meaningfully, smirk widening.] you wouldn't like the answer.