Plenty. Find the right person and the experience is priceless. [ He may not be thinking of Hayame at all anymore, but an experience shared with a young man J had waited seven hundred years to find. Including an additional number of peaceful months filled with their oddly domestic cohabitation, before he could greedily steal his head away in order to forge him by the flames of Hell into something truly incredible. A demon of his own creation, that had come so frighteningly close to fulfilling all that he'd ever hoped for, and may yet still.

Makoto's head was worth everything. ]

That eager to know more about our little filly that you'll proposition me for information?

[ This isn't a first by a long shot, or even surprising after hundreds of years spent in trades peddling himself to others in one form or another. But the ease by which he absorbs the offer doesn't reflect how likely he is to agree. ]