Despite himself, Mithrun huffs softly at that. He brings his other hand up, now holding both Angeal's hands as Angeal holds his, and lifts them to press his boyfriend's gently curled fingers to his lips.

"The food is fine. It's as good a distraction as anything. Molik is just..."

Like someone merged the two beings he hates most, and the resultant smug, self-serving, judgmental fuck tied himself around Mithrun's soul and crawled out onto his skin, and the only way Mithrun could spite him in return was to tear the evidence of his encroachment from his own body.

"Loud. I'm sure I'll..." His lip curls. "Get used to it."

He does not much want to get used to it.