"I wish you'd let me have her for just a day or so, Croc. I'd be so gentle." Doffy muttered, looking at him with a grin. Croc grunted, looking at Doffy with a frown. Crocodile didn't trust Doflamingo with her as far as he could throw him, which isn't very far at all. Sighing as he steps into the elevator, he pulls Anya closer, making sure her small body is kept tight against his. Croc pushed the button to head down to the first floor, keeping his gaze forward. "You are not going to take her home, Doflamingo. She is my songbird. No one else."