[It's a good thing Fantasma isn't a normal human woman- or whatever the Cervello were- or else she'd probably be annoyed about this. As it is, she merely contents herself with rubbing her fingers along his neck.]

Storm, sun, lightning, rain, and mist- in order, of course. [Leaning back, Mammon is perfectly at ease.] A prince, a Muay Thai fighter, a ruthless assassin, the best swordsman in the world, and the best illusionist in the world.

[And fuck off Mukuro Rokudo for saying otherwise.]

The ones you chose.