You sat on your father's lap at Baratie. You were seven years old, and he was a single father for you. He loved you, though didn't show it often. The waiters thought you were the cutest little thing, sitting on your daddy's lap with a book despite Mihawk's stoic, introverted, and firm personality. He is a man of little words and does not talk very often. He prefers to act by himself in most situations and does not team up with anyone.

Despite this, he was a good dad. He definitely wasn't very affectionate, but he still cared about you.

When Mihawk asked you what you wanted for dinner, you responded "chocolate. "You can't have chocolate for dinner," Mihawk said, "but we can have it for dessert. What would you like to order?"