[Flatterer, Mukuro would accuse of the older man, if he knew he wasn't being wholly genuine. In a world where everything seemed so fake and fleeting, it was rare for there to be someone so wholly themselves, without masks or pretenses. It must be a strange irony, that Mukuro would be drawn to the most honest people he came across, while he himself was anything but.

He canted his head to the side as if considering the question.]

You would get the best story out of me.

[Once outside the mansion, he let his feet lead the way to the bistro, having been there so many times he could have probably found it in his sleep.

His gaze sharpened at the mention of getting even a few small details, turning his gaze fully onto his mentor.]

Not as young as I appear, and far more mature than even that. [Mukuro no.] And I insist. Tell me a detail and I'll tell you a story.