Maybe you look rich, hot, and stupid, and she wants to pick your pocket. [ She shoots back, rolling her eyes as her lips purse tartly. This isn't going to cut it, and the cat burglar in her knows that. It's clear he's having much too much fun with this ruse, which means it's on her to get it together and keep it that way.

Like a curtain, her irritation lifts away as Nami makes herself sidle closer to Zoro, those daggers in her eyes dulling into a warm affection so vivid and soft, it might start to seem real if one looked long enough. Reaching over to the bar, she nudges impatiently at the bottom of the drink that was already in front of him with feigned impatience, before leaning close enough to let her chest settle against his. ]

Now grab my ass and act like I'm the greatest. [ Nami's lips brush against Zoro's earlobe as she whispers that last part, her arm lazily draping across his stomach, equal parts possessive and tender. ]