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.”