That depends on your definition of “threaten,” he smirked. I’m just telling you that if you take my ice cream again, I won’t be responsible for whatever hair color you wake up with the next morning.
She spluttered. “Don’t touch the hair!”
Then don’t touch the ice cream without permission. He folded his arms across his chest.
“You can’t eat that much by yourself, come on, Merlin. I was just protecting you from a stomachache.”
I wouldn’t have gotten a stomachache. Believe it or not, I do know my limits. He sighed, Besides, it was more that you took it without permission than anything else.
“Oh, oh, now you are being cute, this is not fair, Mer~lin.” She hid her face in her hands. “Don’t be — don’t — I won’t.”
Merlin stared at her in confusion. Don’t what? I’m not trying to be cute. I’m being serious.
“I said okay! It’s just ice cream, they make more.”