X's eyes narrowed, expression turning cold and almost hateful, the child-like innocence gone. His voice was still the same, the tones were still boyish and playful, but there was something harsh behind it as he let go of Anti, stepping back.
"I'm not dangerous." He said again, though the look on his face said otherwise.
"Hmph. There's no need to use threats, Nightwing-san." Besides, he wouldn't let Asato-san beat him again. Not again.