[ The way he rolls her eyes draws a brief, quiet chuckle out of her, before she rests her head back against the pillow, tilting her chin up far enough to watch him through her eyelashes, her lips curving in what might pass for a dubious smirk in the right light, and if she were just a little less smug. ]

Like you're not always fucking me like you want me to end up screaming your name. [ Which would be terrible for their cover, but the thought still has Nami shifting beneath him almost imperceptibly, lifting her hips just enough for a slight, twinge of pleasure to skirt across her awareness. ]

My wardrobe has to be big. Somebody on this boat needs to be ready for anything. [ Nami lowers her head, delivering a brief bite to his shoulder, while the hands on his back trace along the lines of his shoulders. ] Anyway, what if you get into ripping my clothes off? I'll need extra. [ Therefore, her love of cute outfits will remain indulged at any and possibly every place they come across. ]