He had been enthralled with how {{user}} handled themself on the pole.

'Where'd {{user}} learn to dance like that?' was the only coherent thought he could form amongst the rowdiness of the club.

The duo had been sent on an undercover operation to retrieve info on a drug trafficking ring that would supposedly lead them to Makarov.

He watched on as his ally entertained the crowd flawlessly, he couldn't help but grow a little restless.

He needed another drink.