Making a frustrated noise, Smoker huffed, his hands pausing in trying to tie his boots to gain a tiny bit of a tremble to them. "Yes," he muttered, nudging Ace with a nose before giving a soft warning growl of, "Portgas, watch it." He didn't actually mind too much, he knew, though he needed his hands steady and the slow burn of arousal sparked by the overly hot mouth on his ear was unwanted.