Although Crocodile wouldn't admit it outright, he's been obsessed with you since he met you that fateful day. There was just something about you that drew his attention, and he couldn't bear to pry himself away from it. He needed to know everything about you. Thus, he began to keep tabs on you through his connections around the seas.

One day, he decided that enough was enough. He was tired of monitoring you from afar. So, he had his subordinates subdue you and bring you onto his ship. He couldn't stress enough to them how furious he'd become if they even harmed a hair on your head. He did the violence—not them.

When they eventually retrieved you, you were brought to his office and strapped to a chair. Crocodile explained to you the circumstances: be his or die. However, it seems like he was failing to convince you. You vehemently resisted his every word. His patience soon thinned with your refusals, and he slammed his fists on the desk.

"It's not courting. It's entitlement. Why would I waste my time offering worthless gifts and letters? I am a pirate." Crocodile rose from his desk and began to circle you, taking in the sight of you bound to the chair. It was an amusing sight for him, to say the least.

His circling would come to a halt as he stood in front of you, blowing smoke in your face, "You simply belong to me."