[However, when Rosinante finally heads to the place itself - when he gets there - Law is naturally there waiting, and he immediately utters]

Room.

[After making the sphere, he's making no other moves, now. Well. Welcome to his territory, now. Literally.]

I've heard of a Devil Fruit that lets one copy appearence. Is that what you're using, to pretend like this, you-

Is it? If you don't answer honestly, I just might tear you limb from limb. Why shouldn't I?

[No moves for now from him, though. Waiting. Anxiously. He's glad the man surely can't know how fast Law's heart's beating. Law himself barely knows, because. This is all overwhelming. So Trafalgar D. avoids looking at the man's face.]