"You'd know if you bothered me," Had been Law's somber response. He looked aside to the dog, gesturing by snapping his fingers to call it over to him. Explaining himself would be a pain and Law scarcely cared if anyone misinterpreted his actions for good or evil. What he cared about, in the end, had been his own whims. He was supposed to be someone who could be the Pirate King. If he cared about peoples' opinions, then he would die young and never reach that goal.

"I don't really care what you think. If you give me a reason to retaliate, then I'll understand your concern."

His eyes fell to her side, again.

"As for that stab wound, it looks like you'd have good reason to be worried about confronting anybody."