The plush velvet of the sofa feels like a mockery against your skin.

On the mahogany table sits a velvet box, inside, a necklace of blue diamonds that costs more than a merchant ship.

Crocodile is sitting across from you. He’s pouring two glasses of amber whiskey, the ice clinking against the crystal with a rhythmic sound. He hasn't looked at you once since you entered.

"Do you like the diamonds?" he asks, his voice low and smooth, vibrating through the quiet of the room. He pushes one glass toward you with the the hook which replaces his hand.

"I had them brought in from the South Blue. They reminded me of the water this country is so desperate to find…"

He finally meets your eyes, his gaze heavy.

“I’m tired of looking at you in this dark room, you know? Tomorrow, I’m opening a new wing of the casino. The merchants, the governors, they’re all coming to see the 'Hero of Alabasta.' And you'll be on my arm."

He leans forward, the scent of expensive tobacco filling the space between you.

"You’re going to smile. You’re going to tell them how kind I am. How I’ve looked after you since the drought took your home. Alright?”