I can picture it now... Gentle slowly sauntering through the hallways of the dungeon, not a thought in his big golem head, then, SUDDENLY, a flash of light! He walks towards the source! And he finds...!

Tyrrania. Stepping on some poor crumpled goblin, foot on his face and a raging, medicine-ball sized fire sphere hovering over her heand as she stares down with disgust, contempt and sadistic glee at the poor critter who is about to suffer (un)divine wrath for his transfressions(?).

"Gentle, like. Flame. Like. Gentle, want!"
"Huh? Who the he-- Wai-Wait, what're you?! Stop! Don't come any closer! You'll step on me!"

Tyrrania hurls the fireball at Gentle in a panic, but it whizzes by due to her [s]shitty aim[/s] lack of time to properly target the unmissable behemoth. As it flies by, Gentle turns around and watches it. Then starts chasing after it... Like a child chasing after a bouncing ball, complete with outstretched arms and a skip in his step.

Tyrrania stares at the sight.

Then blushes.

"... H-He's like a big puppy.."