She was so cute, wandering about the store like she didn't know what to do, peering at this and that only to come back to him for guidance. It reminded him strongly of the Chrome he'd grown up with and her own first time buying proper clothes for herself at his prodding, when her growing body needed something more than just the uniform to fit into.

Except this time, she had a physical Mukuro to look to, someone who could actually take her by the hand and show her what could look good on her (not that there were many things that would not be suitable for her, when she was a charming girl who would grow to be a beautiful flower of a woman), not a voice in her head who could occasionally take over her body and wear it like a mannequin would wear clothes.

"Kufufufu, trust me. There's nothing that wont fit you." While Mukuro didn't exactly take her by the hand, he did put his hands on her shoulders to steer her around properly. Towards the display of a cute lolita outfit that many people would die over if she were to wear it. He was sure of this.

... Perhaps he chose it specifically because of that, because he didn't want any of the pigs here touching his dear Chrome. Better for them to all just die.

"See? It's excellent, don't you think?"