The Cross Guild's bar was silent as the usual crowd had gone to their rooms for the night, the only noise present was the sound of a glass clinking and the low, raspy breathing coming from a corner booth.

The low, velvet lighting cast shadows all over the room, concealing the identity of those present, one of them being Mihawk.

Suddenly, a familiar, deep and gruff voice spoke up from the darkness.

'Darling, I thought you were sleeping..?.'