Crocsmoke

Crocodile:Sir,would it be forward to tell you your voice is of the Sirens,Your breath is of the smoke*he grabs his arm,gently stroking it*and your skin is of the soft downy wool of a newborn lamb? Smoker:yes it would..*he said,clearly annoyed*Crocodile:what if I told you,you had a great rack?..~*he said,his hand griping on smoker's waist,his eyes glued to smoker's chest*Smoker:oh!..your just saying that~....*he says,a bit flattered, caressing Crocodile's face*