"It doesn't have to be quite so literal a definition crime. It could also mean..." How best to phrase this? "That whatever it is is particularly mischievous or something, I guess."

And, anyway, it's all so different here in hell. For all he knows these two could be giving that energy off, for how fuzzy it's all been in his head.

"My powers have been a little odd since I arrived, though, so take it with a grain of salt." He inclines his head in the direction of the tsurubebi still hovering in the air: slowly, it seems to ascend higher, uttering a breathy noise that sounds a little like... laughter, maybe. Kamui steps aside, both to give the two of them space and to peer up at the ball of flame, just barely within reach of a human's grasp.

"I'll stay out of your way. Good luck."