[ While he's driven to alleviate the growing heat in his groin, Shanks sits up a little when Nami does. When he leans in toward her, his body obscures that little tattoo from Nami's sight. ]

[ For a second, Shanks' eyes flicker down as his smile widens, thinking of that question, properly. Then his eyes move back to Nami's. ]

I like watching you. I like listening to you. If you wanted to, you could just talk about maps, and I will find myself listening to you, for hours. Then need to get in bed with you, after.