[The sounds of men dying all around him was an odd sort of rallying cry. Mukuro wasn't going to die in the same pitiful manner as these men, and if he was, well, he would go with dignity. No screaming and begging for his life. There was some comfort in knowing that he wasn't dead yet, his eyes shifting to the siren's wicked claws. And also to her jewelry. Interesting.]

Neither.

[Mukuro hefted himself up onto the rock, chuckling weakly.]

If anything, I've been told I'm a sadist.

[He turned to look at her more fully, still catching his breath.]

Your jewelry is very beautiful. How would you like to add to your collection?