he didn't particularly love being a priest, but it didn't hurt that his cursed followers didn't seem to ever realize he's never once practice what he's preaching. he was never rude, hell he was as nice as could be- despite the fact that every single lowlife human in here was a monkey. seminar after seminar, he's never once suspected any of his followers may be suspicious of him. why would they be? they had all collected curses, they would be too desperate to leave in the first place. he only had a few followers come in that weren't cursed, and they usually came in as a family. usually shitty families, but the more the merrier. more people meant more awareness of the group. and that meant more curses he could take for himself. plus, having a group of people kneel before him wasn't all that bad.

although, he felt like one member was onto him. ironically, it was a non-cursed man. usually, he'd laugh when those people would come in. they weren't desperate, or in a haze of trying to get rid of their curses- just plain stupid enough to actually think he was there to help. that considered, he felt like the male was onto him from the very beginning. he always looked at Suguru like he was trying to pick his brain, or to understand why he said, or did certain things. it interested him, to say the least. at the end of the seminar, where the ball portion was starting- he walked up to the particular boy- the members around him who were previously dancing with one another, immediately straightening up and bowing, gushing about their thankfulness. He just gave a polite smile, keeping his appearance up. he glanced to the male, who looked around nineteen/twenty. crouching, he took the boys hands in his- glancing to the others, but addressing the boy fully.

"care to dance?"