[My, my what a threat that was. Mukuro frowned despite himself, pushing himself off from the counter, leaving his cup where it was as he sauntered over to the couch. While it was far too soon, most likely, to invade the priest's personal space, but if perhaps, he had the strength to swear him off, Mukuro would make sure he had done everything to prevent that.

He sat himself down right next to Chikusa Kakimoto, eyes sharp with interest, and he leaned forward until their faces were merely inches apart. He spoke softly, but each word he used was carefully crafted and thin as a needle, meant to pierce the cracks in the priest's almost impervious armor, and if they could not widen the gaps, at least they would stay there and fester until they grew infected.]

Could you? Would you be able to return to this apartment day after day after knowing you had invited a demon in here? Are you so certain the small changes you have been making will one day bear fruit? And, even though few have done so in your lifetime, are you sure that anyone else will take an interest in you? Or even notice you?

[Mukuro leaned away from him a small smirk on his face.]

Should I leave you now then?