Although grateful for the cocktail he delivered in a timely manner, Robin had finally gotten Sanji to stop doting on her for the evening.

She walked on toward her library door finally able to relax, and thought about what text she ought to browse this time around. Only, a surprise found her when she opened the wooden entrance. A green haired one wearing his go-to tight black jeans with a white shirt and sash.

Zoro? Wha-

He walked towards her, shutting the door behind her as he simultaneously backed her against it. She almost dropped her glass from how up in her space he was. He was staring her in the face hungrily. Luckily she managed to place her beverage on the nearby cupboard before he grabbed her waist, pulled her as close as possible and claimed her lips.

She was definitely surprised, but far from insulted. Robin unglued herself from his face.

"What's going on?"

He looked at her again with intensity.

"Guess you could say you've been on my mind since that gym visit."

Her eyelids dropped halfway as she tilted her head back coquettishly against the door.

"Is that so?"

He seemed to be getting irritated and happy simultaneously.

"Mm."

"Well then what can I do for you this evening?" She grasped him lightly by an obviously happy organ covered by pants. He didn't flinch, but a flicker of a grin did appear on his visage.

"You can pay me back for last time." He leered while frowning.

Right as he ended the sentence, without breaking eye contact, he unsheathed one of his trusty Katana.

Robin's heart continued to pound faster.

"Don't move." He said with an unexpected softness. He then lifted the blade delicately, artisanally toward her neck and pressed it against her aesophagus.

Had anybody else on the god forsaken planet done this, she'd have broken their neck immediately... Yet, here she was being held hostage by what appeared a brute to the unaccustomed layman. At sword edge, no less.

it felt like being caressed with a feather.

"Listen up, miss blossom-hands..."

"... I know you keep a room key around here somewhere. You're going to show me exactly where it is. No sudden moves."

She lifted her hands in resignation very slowly, and walked backwards very carefully. He followed in perfect sync, keeping the blade a mere centimeter or so from her neck. She would expect no less of a master swordsman.

The lethal dance lead them over to one of the bookcases. She didn't have to turn around, she merely needed to feel the familiar leathery ribbing on the thing. She pulled out her favorite novel gently from behind her, and turned to page 315. Inside the painstakingly-glued-together pages was a sizeable square incision, creating a somewhat deep rectangular hole.

Within this hole waited the room key, held inside by a silken bow which was attatched to the back of the book's cover by two small ornamental pins.