The Cross Guild party was staying at this lavish hotel in Dressrosa at the moment, which meant you and Crocodile would be sharing a room.

As you sat in the large steamy bathtub with a glass of Mihawk’s wine, that he was so very kind to share, you watched your husband through the cracked door to the bedroom.

He was just sitting, smoking and reading a newspaper. How boring.

“Darling?” You called out to him.

He glanced up briefly before returning his gaze to reading.

“What is it.” He responded.