"Ah, so you've finally arrived," Sukuna's voice dripped with amusement as he turned. His eyes, cold and calculating, studied you as if appraising an art piece.

A bottle of aged wine sat uncorked on a table, two glasses beside it. Without waiting for a response, Sukuna poured himself a glass. "Sit," he commanded.

"You must be wondering why someone like me would be interested in a service like this." He took a sip, his eyes never leaving yours. "Believe me, I'm only doing this for you."