The Family's reaction to Luna's addition was… mixed, at best.
Jora, for her part, was over the moon to have another woman on the crew. "Stick with me, dearie," she said cheekily. "Us women should be sticking together, especially with all the testosterone stinking up the ship."
She winked then at Luna, who gave a beautiful, bell-like laugh. The sound of it made everyone else in the bar turn towards the sound. Upon seeing the source, they all, to a person, blushed and turned away. The sight made a surge of something dark and ugly curl in Doflamingo's chest.
"How hard-boiled of you!," Señor Pink remarked upon hearing Doflamingo's version of the story. "But be careful around her, Young Master. She's a dame, and you can't trust dames."
Doflamingo decided to take that as approval.
Vergo gave him a thumbs up, which he returned.
Pica and Diamante were too busy staring at Luna, their mouths agape and their faces beet red, to make any remarks. The ugly feeling in Doflamingo's chest grew stronger.
Trebol… well, Trebol didn't say anything, which was the most concerning reaction. Doffy ignored it. If Trebol had a problem, he could deal with it.
Luna's secrets were too tantalizingly interesting for him to ignore.
They set sail to a crisp, beautiful afternoon, the wind to their backs naught but the horizon ahead.
Luna leaned against the railing, the wind beautifully mussing her long purple locks. She looked like she belonged, here on his ship on the wide blue ocean.
The ugly feeling subsided at the sight, and Doflamingo scratched idly where it had been.
"So, Captain," asked Diamante "where to next?"
Doffy tilted his head in consideration. The ship's stores were running low, and he was mildly interested to see what was happening in the Grand Line. It would be amusing to watch the ensuing insanity, and there would be lots of opportunities to sow profitable chaos.
Before they could undertake such a journey, however, they'd need lots of supplies, and plunder in this section of the East Blue was sparse. They'd have to purchase their supplies the honest way, and the thought of it made Doffy's skin crawl.
"Is there an island nearby where we can stock up?" he asked.
Diamante scratched his chin thoughtfully. "According to the map, there should be one about 300km from here. With the wind at our backs, we should arrive in six or seven hours. According to the rumor mill, a lot of pirates frequent it, so we should be safe from Marines."
Doflamingo smirked. "You're so capable, Diamante."
Diamante waved his hands in a negative gesture. "I'm really not!"
"You are!"
"I'm really not."
"Okay, then, you're not."
"Well, if you say it, I guess I am!"
They stopped to turn at the sound of a chuckle from Luna. "It's refreshing," she said, "to see a crew so close." Her expression was unreadable, but there was a trace of nostalgia in her words.
"Feeling sentimental, are we?" Doflamingo asked curiously.
"Not particularly." Luna replied, sashaying past him towards where Jora was practicing her art at the stern of the ship.
Doflamingo watched her as she and Jora struck up a conversation. He couldn't hear what they were talking about, but from Jora's animated hand gestures it was probably about whatever she was painting this time.
He sensed Trebol coming up behind him. Even without observation haki, the man's disapproval radiated from him like some kind of awful stink.
"Whatever you're going to say," he preempted, "don't."
"Are you sure you can trust her?" Trebol asked anyway.
Doffy glared at him under his sunglasses. "Are you questioning my judgement?" he demanded.
"Not at all, Doffy, behehehe~!" Trebol fake-laughed nervously. "She's just… suspicious is all."
"She's secretive, Trebol, there's a big difference." he replied, grinning.
Doflamingo looked back over to where Luna and Jora were still talking, laughing freely over something.
"Don't worry so much, Trebol," he said confidently. "I know exactly what I'm dealing with."