"Mm, thank you for the new doll, she'll be much better once she can't talk." Sam looked down at Harina, plopping down on the couch with her in his lap.
"Assassin? You think too much of me. I asked to do this, quite frankly, because I wanted to. If anyone here is to blame, it's me. Besides, I'm quite confident in both of our abilities to get away with this." Sam started to do what he always did when he got a new doll- he started looking Harina over. He couldn't take measurements until she was done shrinking- she was two foot now- but he could definitely get ideas for new outfits, and any altercations to her herself he might want to make. He shifted her hair around, quite the touchy-feely man, despite there not really being anything inappropriate for him to touch left.
"Besides, it's not like you're dead. More… trapped, than anything." She still hadn't been forced to shut up yet, it seemed, but so long as she didn't get hurt the transformation would end soon enough.
Too bad Sam forgot that. He'd probably hit her if she kept talking, dooming them both to having to deal with a whiny brat.