[ Kirei chooses a chair at the coffee table, folding his hands in his lap. His eyes drift to the couch as though he expects someone to materialize in -- with some self-assured, cocky laugh about how it amuses him that the priest actually looks happy. I suppose I am, then, if I am taking time to think of an old accomplice. ]

And yet I feel I am taking advantage with paying with just my presence. [ His eyebrows lift, but doesn't argue further. He takes a glass for himself, bowing his head in thanks for the offering. But before he takes a sip, he looks up at the question. ]

Go ahead. And you need not ever ask if you can ask me anything... it somehow feels like a crime to not be willing to answer whatever you have to ask. [ Of course, omitting the truth may come from time to time, but he will answer as truthfully as he can. It is an unfortunate habit he has. He takes a small sip and awaits the real question. Time to get krunk. No. ]