He keeps saying her name. Why, she wants to know. Because he's your friend.

The thought is startling and almost makes her pause. But she continues to advance, mulling over it, confusion growing as she gets closer. Of course he should say her name, she decides, he's hers. And she shouldn't harm anything that's hers. Except he's been hurting her familiars--remembering as much makes her frown, and the dogs growl again in response. But the familiars have backed off now, at least, to give her space to advance. The witch stops in front of Sanji and tilts its head. What else do you have to say? it wonders.