"You can request things from me, Chikusa." It was said indulgently enough, considering there was no guarantee that Mukuro would actually humor those requests. But the fact that Chikusa had even saw fit to reply verbally instead of saying nothing was a request enough in itself, and letting his trident dissolve. He reached out to press a kiss onto Chikusa's forehead, letting that touch be the origin of his illusion, deadening Chikusa's already impressively engineered nerves even further.

Once that was complete, he removed the knife gently from his hand, and seeing as how Chikusa was unable to walk, he had no other choice but to scoop him up, bridal style. It was probably a comical sight, seeing as how much taller Chikusa was than him, but luckily anyone who was privy to it was long dead.

"You can rest. I've already called a doctor to wait for us at home."