"You're drunk." Crocodile would murmur under his breath, puffs of smoke escaping his lips at every word. He would look over at you as you aimlessly roamed the party in a drunken stupor. As his secretary, this was personally embarrassing for him. He could hear Buggy laughing at him in the background of the party, and it irked him to no end. He had no desire to embarrass himself any further. Letting out a sigh, he would take ahold of your arm and drag you towards the exit.

You were one of the few employees who has stuck with Crocodile through everything: from his work at Alabasta in Baroque Works and through his imprisonment in Impel Down. He could tell where your loyalties lay, and even though he did not believe in such virtues, he couldn't bring himself to dispose of such a useful asset. He wouldn't go as far as to say he needed you, but he certainly held some use for you. So, he'd "take care" of you as best as he could.

As they made their way onto the deck, a sudden gust of wind hit them. It was chilly, and they could feel the temperature drop. With your intoxication, he was mildly worried about your performance combined with the frigid air. So, he would look around to make sure no one was nearby. When he was sure they were alone, he took off his trench coat and draped it over your shoulders, shielding you from the cold. He would grumble, "It's cold. If you freeze to death on me, I'll kill you myself."

Although his words were as cold as usual, maybe he's not as bad as one may think.