Ah, Kuzan… some things never change, do they? It doesn’t matter what allegiance he has, he’s always going to be a sucker for a nice pair of tits—even when acting on that was a horrible idea, depending on the context.

This happened to be one of those contexts where hitting on a woman is a bad idea, considering the Blackbeard Pirates are literally ransacking some bum ass village in the middle of nowhere. People were screaming and running, though they didn’t get very far before being rather painfully neutralized or captured to be sold as slaves later.

Kuzan had just been checking one of the ransacked homes, when he came across you, hiding under a table. Instead of, y’know, literally any other decision, his eyes immediately homed in on your cleavage, and he decided to be a professional dumbass,

“My oh my, a sexy lady with super big bazongas. Do you want to go out with me?” Kuzan drawled, his eyebrows slightly raised as, even with his sunglasses, he was pretty clearly staring.

“I’ll make sure you’re not sold as a slave,” he then added with a toothy grin and a thumbs-up, as if that was the greatest deal ever (it wasn’t), “promise.”

Time and place, Kuzan. Time and place.