Mukuro bit his lip (gently) as the promising whiff of hot soup drifted by his nostrils. He didn't have to look at Gokudera's expression to know that it was a subtle threat and he already knew what options were available to him: if he continued to be stubborn, the man would simply force the liquid down his throat by holding his nose; if he complied, he'd avoid choking on soup. Those weren't his only choices, of course, but Mukuro couldn't imagine the rest deviating too far from those two.

He closed his eyes and inwardly cringed as his stomach gnawed at him. He really was very hungry and desperate for something other than that disgusting diet he'd been fed through tubes at Vendicare prison. "In prima luogo prendere tappo ridicolo che fuori la bottiglia." Mukuro would not be treated like an infant.