"Blacksheep." Smoker sighed with a forlorn expression, catching Ace too easily and bracing himself against going crashing to the ground. "Wrap." He expected the fire logia to know what he meant as he spit spent cigars onto the sand and crushed them out with his boot. His big gloved hands moved to pluck two cigars out of the jacket's pockets and a mango sweet that he put on the other side of the new cigars, in offering for the annoyance clinging to him.

"And so we're clear? You're very angsty. Sex-Starved is not a mixture of trouble and hungry, as you're not trouble, just annoying." He rolled grey eyes this time, fixing him with a look. Though he did seem to pause and think for a moment. "Are you planning on kissing Roronoa again, Portgas?"