[It'd only be unpleasant for one of them, and that one isn't Chikusa. He casts a narrow eyed look back at him. As Mukuro correctly guessed, he refuses to answer. Instead, he focuses on putting that hat away, even though he knows that his eyes are always going to be drawn to it from now on even in his waking hours.]

It's suitable enough for me. [Half a lie. He knows how much he's been running from it and what its emptiness represents. But it's still fine for what he has.] I'm not going to sell my soul for a bit of change when it comes to scenery that's not even real.

...And that doesn't answer my question.