Gowther adjusted his glasses, tilting his head. "You don't have the ability to turn me back into a doll, so you can't really hurt me.." he watched the immortal with amber eyes. "I can hurt you, though. Not that I want to, but if I have to.."
The sin of Greed looked back up, a whide smile forming on his face as he shook a little from holding himself back to adjust the others head a little with his fists “Is that a threat Gowther? because I’m almost tempted to forget myself for just a moment!” he growled, towering over the smaller boy.












