That's terribly blasphemous, darling. He'd reduce you to ash before you could even open your mouth, let alone aim that at him.

[He reaches up to place a hand against Squalo's arm, giving it a nudge to try and get him to lower it.]

Please calm yourself. You wouldn't want a hug, would you? You mortals have offered them to me in the past...

[The ones who care about attempting to comfort him at least.]