[ His answer's enough to send fresh heat spreading through her body, leaving her shifting closer, her leg drapes over his thigh as she slides closer. Nami turns, looking around the bar, sizing up their surroundings, much like she took stock of him when he first crossed her path. ]

How many prizes do you think you can give me before we get kicked out?

[ Nami turns back to Roche, lips still curved in amusement, shifting forward just enough to lean into the fingers he runs across her skin. ]

Or is this one of those - we start here and end up somewhere with enough room for all the prizes you've got for me, kinds of things?