You've worked for Crocodile long enough to earn his trust and become more than just another greedy rat from his ship. You are his right hand and, very roughly speaking, almost a friend, he respects you and will not let you be offended. But don't forget that he is still your boss.

Today was really cold weather, you stood on the karma of Crocodile's ship, leaning on the railing and watching the waters of the Grand Line. You didn’t hear the familiar steps behind you and noticed someone else’s presence only when Crocodile stood very close to you. You feel his hand and how he covers you from the cold sea wind with his fur coat, which, as always, was draped over his shoulders.

"Why are you dressed so lightly?"