[No, no, no, that is not the word. Still tickling...up until he hears the sound of the Keyblade appearing.] Uh? [He pauses, laughter dying down, and stares wide eyed at the weapon flailing about in Roxas's hand.]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy, tiger. [Ok, he'll stop, he'll stop. Still snickering he hovers over the kid.] Put the Keyblade down.