"Looks can be deceiving," the Doctor admonished, the smile staying on his lips even as his eyes grew cold. He watched the other warily as a sphere began to form from the other. Almost immediately, he began running possibilities through his head, trying to pin it to either a weapon - unlikely, given that Kuja's skimpy clothing didn't seem to allow for concealing one - or some kind of kinesis. Then he remembered what Roxas had told him when they'd gone to Destiny Islands. Magic exists.

"Oh? And why is that?" he asked pleasantly, tensing up in case he'd need to attempt a dodge - which he likely would, soon.