"You owe me, Zoro! If it wasn't for my prodding, then you two idiots would still be bitching and bickering at each other, instead if well, doing all that and having sex, too."

"You already got something out of that, bitch! You and your stupid little camera, remember? You – you – you Porn Queen!"

Zoro's faced flushed as he remembered finding her copy of Great Men of the High Seas: Boys Love Edition by accident, and seeing the pictures of him and the cook wrapped around each other. Naked.

"Pervert!"

She rolled her eyes at his accusation.

"Listen, if you and Sanji-kun insist on getting it on wherever the mood strikes you, you'll just have to accept the possibility that somebody may be around innocently taking pictures of the ship. If anything, it is I who should be mad at you for getting in my shot!"

"You didn't have to send them into that filthy porno magazine!"

"First of all, it is not a 'filthy porno magazine', it is an informative art publication that tastefully discusses and displays the beauty of the male form. Secondly, the day you start to bring in any money to this ship, is the day you can offer criticism to the way that I do it!"

"My answer is still 'no', you deviant woman."

Nami pretended to pick lint off the top of her skirt. She spoke in a bored tone without looking at the swordsman.

"Well, that's a shame. If you won't help me carry supplies in port, then I'll just have to ask Sanji-kun. But, since he can't carry as much as you, it will take much longer. All night, perhaps."

"All night? But he and I rented a room and – "

Nami raised a smart eyebrow. Zoro clenched his fists.

"Stupid Love Cook!"