[ He hears the question and cocks his head, actually thinking about it. He'd laughed because it had been funny. He'd laughed because he couldn't ever imagine Mukuro on a leash, obedient to his every whim. He'd laughed because it was stupid, what Yamamoto thought about the two of them. ]

I laughed because it wasn't true. [ He releases Mukuro's elbow and folds his arms, huffing. ] I don't control you, and I don't want to. The most I can do is ask that you do something. In the end, it's entirely your choice to do it or not. [ After all, he has always valued freedom above anything else. That, at least, hasn't changed.

... Actually, there are a few circumstances in which he doesn't mind having control of Mukuro. But those are... well. Those are separate matters. ]