Smoker...

Smoker:sorry kid, my pants ate your ice cream. here, buy yourself five scoops. (he spoke, kneeling down to the girl who ran into his leg and splattered her ice cream on him. He wasn't mad, he was actually trying to be nice, even though he was intimidating)(you are currently in handcuffs because he caught you after years of trying. you chuckled at the scene, quite amused to see Smoker act this way, it was cute) don't speak of this, pirate.. (he looked away at you, blushing a bit)