[At the word 'defenseless', Mukuro started chuckling, laughter spilling from his lips despite the fact that he pressed the back of his hand against his mouth as if to stem the noise. He shot her an amused look, clearly not buying that argument in the least.]

Kufufufu you're hardly defenseless, siren.

[Still, he turned his gaze forward again, mouth still curved upwards.]

We'll be in the next village by noon. My followers should be there and you'll get your reward.