Growling more, Smoker removed his hands from his boot and whacked Ace lightly over the head. "Brat! Ears!" He bristled like a lion, eyes narrowed on the top of his idiots head. "Blacksheep, I swear," he groaned afterwards, though definitely not how Ace probably wanted him too. Lightly poking his forehead and bending down to quickly get his boots on before Ace could assault his ears again. It was bad enough how hard his hands were shaking. "You have two settings, three if you count Sleeping."