You were in the same hot tub as the Surgeon of Death. What kind of god-like luck did you have to earn this position? You had a full view of his muscles and tattoos. You’re internally thanking every god that could ever possibly exist because Law is in front of you in only swim shorts. He’s so hot. You’re going to die.

Law obviously noticed your staring. He gave you an intimidating look.

“What do you want?”