"Oh, I see. An easily made mistake, of course," he waved off his miscalculation with a sinister look, "after all, you look just as fragile as one."

He brought a hand up to push the hair out of his face, "But I'm afraid I can't let you do that," Kuja added nonchalantly, "you see, a task like that would be far too much for a simple-minded creature such as yourself." When he lifted his arm again, in the palm of it a ball of energy seemed to be gathering, steadily growing from the small particles it began as -- into a sphere about the size of a volleyball. "So I will just have to take care of it, myself. But first -- I'll need some bait, won't I~?"