Zoro won't come outright and say it, but Nami's presence brings him more comfort than the aloof expression on his face might betray. He's been a lone wolf for most of his life, and this feeling now is telling him something about himself: he's gotten used to being part of a crew.

Her dubiousness almost makes him laugh, but he settles for a soft chuckle. Moving a step closer to meet her halfway, he steadies her arm by the tricep and presses a light kiss on her elbow. Easy.

He notices Nami is a bit...nervous? Uneasy? He doesn't blame her, and he doesn't say anything about it. Yet. Even if he is a little tempted to tease by asking if she'd rather he kiss somewhere else.

Her dice land.

Oh. Zoro starts shrugging off his jacket and stripping off his shirt. Perhaps others might find the move unnecessary, but to him it's practical. He drapes his clothes on the back of a chair and meets her gaze, focusing on progress rather than how this combo makes him feel.

"The spot is chest," he responds unhelpfully, and one might think he's being obtuse if there wasn't the hint of a grin at the corner of his lips. He stands facing her, but this time he doesn't move closer, letting Nami be the one to close the gap between them when she's ready.

Afterwards, he rolls the dice again. Lick Thigh. A pause, then he looks at his crewmate. "You wanna sit for this?"