Mircalla made his sexual preference no secret, but he seldom mentioned it. His activities and flirtations usually made it obvious quickly enough. He was, after all, supernaturally beautiful and men's usual inhibitions would sometimes melt away and cause them to seek the pleasures of his smooth alabaster body.<br/><br/>"No, I'm not here looking for any job killing monsters..." Mircalla lazily answered Momo as he swirled the white wine in the glass between his slender fingers and long laquered nails. "Perhaps it is more accurate to say that Jerion and I are looking for people looking for jobs killing monsters, and not just one job in particular."<br/><br/>Mircalla laid sideways, his hips resting on a pillow and his creamy long legs exposed through the front opening of his kimono. He even wore black lace underthings, which seemed rather extravagant when most of society didn't wear panties and underwear at all.<br/><br/>"Is it that job that brings all of you here?" Mircalla asked in general.<br/><br/>His offer to fix a plate for Bael was politely refused. He did find the elf to be ruggedly handsome, but more then that it was Mircalla's very nature to flirt and reach out to others. It was partly this nature that made him so adept at using the most subversive schools of magic.