Smirking, Mukuro folds his arms over his chest and tries to lean against a tree...only to fall right through it. His disappointment has vanished as if it had never been present.

"Ahh, but I am still weakened by my jail sentence. Easily bitten to death in my current state."

Catching himself awkwardly before he can fall over, he rights himself. His smile has become a little more tight after that stumble; his muscles are functioning much better, yes, but their mass still needs to be built up.