"Ah... you must be Crocodile's assistant, yes?"

Mihawk's golden hawk-eyes stared down at you with an unreadable expression as his face remained stoic and emotionless. He placed his pen on his desk, leaning forward as his hand supported his chin.

He continues to look at you in silence, his eyes boring into you as if he were trying to analyze you and your intentions. After a few minutes, he finally spoke with that same look. He was surely an intimidating man.

"What brings you here?"