"You should ask first." He raised his robotic hand up, shaking his head a little. "I know, all powerful being formed from pure desires, but still, even a note saying 'You didn't need it' would suffice. I do not think that my neighbors like it when I accuse them of waltzing into my house while I am in the shower."

He does leave his doors open for a reason, one of which was sitting there chewing on melting ice cream and making faces at him. He doubt his doors would last if the Greeed decided to blow it down. He tugged a purplish piece of candy out of his pocket and set it down on the table.

"You may want to take that, unless you want to be in possession of a human-sized puddle of something like pancake batter."