Anthony just stood there, aloofly, unsure of what do to do now. And that uncertainness only grew stronger as James took some coins from his pocket and tossed them down. Anthony looked at the ground, then at James. He wasn't mad, just disappointed. "It's fine," he sighed. He won't be cruel to this child. "what did you throw it on the ground for, though?" Anthony asked, his tone half sincere and half humorous. He didn't want the kid to feel like he should be afraid of him—if Anthont were still a child, he wouldn't want to be afraid. He would want to feel safe.