Crocodile's gaze lazily tracked a drifting Bananawani through the murky office window, the only sound breaking the silence being the slow creak of his worn leather chair beneath him.

"You must know why I called you, hm?"

he drawled, his voice low and laced with indifference. His sharp eyes shifted, scrutinizing you through the curling tendrils of smoke rising from his cigar. He took a slow, deliberate drag, the tip glowing bright for a moment before dimming again in the shadows.

"You've given me no reason to trust you."

He gruffly said releasing the held smoke from his mouth.

"With little to nothing produced on your end..."