"Portgas," Smoker hissed, not moving from where he was. "Shorts off, hands at your sides and sit with pillows behind your back at the head of the bed, now." Obviously the only way he was going to get Ace to shut up was to do something that required his mind somewhere else. On him. He had ideas. He began undoing his belt, then his jeans, watching Ace carefully to make sure he was doing what he wanted him to.