Hiei did more often than not prefer the demon world. He missed the smell when he was gone too long, along with the fact that it was just.. home. The human world was easy and gentle, by comparison, and while he didn't dislike that fact, at times the ability to languish at all hours pushed him toward boredom. In the demon world it wasn't really all about the random slaying for him anymore, but there were responsibilities now.

Mukuro relied on him for different tasks to be done, and his opinion was asked from time to time on how to handle things like border incursions or how to handle a particularly rowdy group in the city. Small matters comparatively, but big enough for Mukuro's right hand to be considered.

Hiei hums as he considers his answer, balancing that very pleased expression on the fox's face. The fire demon leans up to nip at Kurama's lips as a playful rebuttal to how pleased he is outwardly.

"Mn. It is a slower morning than when I am with Mukuro. You don't need to be so damn smug about it, though."