[He never should have said anything. Now, whatever he does, those will just be ideas that he's practically handing over on a silver platter. A flicker of annoyance at himself goes through his eyes before something comes to mind.]
[Turning his head away, Chikusa glances at the demon from the corner of his eye.]
no subject
[Turning his head away, Chikusa glances at the demon from the corner of his eye.]
There's always the pleasure of doing God's work.
[Yes, he's aware he's being a little shit]