Golden eyes narrow at this curious woman. There is a thought that she might be flirting with him but her knowing about his reputation makes that somewhat unlikely. As a member of the Donquixote Pirates Law has accumulated a brutal and cruel reputation, one that barely scratches the surface of what he is capable of. Just what he likes given Law’s various illicit underground activities. Helps keep the Marines focused on other things the crew is doing while they work on Doflamingo’s true interests.
The fact that this woman can meet his gaze unafraid brings red flags to his mind, the Corazon wondering if she’s another pirate or something worse. Certainly can’t be a member of the family. Doflamingo would have informed him of every member currently stationed on this island before he departed. The young master is almost as meticulous as Law is and that information would be prudent to his mission here. All he is aware of are Gladius’ and Buffalo’s activities. So, whoever this woman is she could be an issue.
Yet, she is attractive. He can still have a little fun before cutting open her carotid artery and watching her bleed out. Law makes himself relax, a breath slipping past his lips. Another twirl of his scalpel and it vanishes, deposited somewhere upon his person. Posture slouches, a hand getting pushed in a pocket as he leans over the green haired woman.
“Curious little thing, aren’t you?” he hums, head tilting as he lets his gaze wander over her figure. “You tryin’ to tell me you’re hoping to see more of me?”
Question ends as Law’s free hand rises to snatch his book out of her grasp. He smirks at her then, resting the book on his shoulder.
“I guess that question answers itself since you’ve just stolen my book.”
Yellow hues fall amused on his, and a chuckle eludes her lip. Oh, sure he was a fearful pirate and people should be afraid, but that didn’t apply to pretty girls when his intent no longer could be read as hostile, something proven by the book she no longer had. But she did find it amusing, the shift and the execution. Monet smiled back at him.
Of course he would be a bit bratty, but she was far from minding it, thinking that while he wouldn’t probably have the most entertaining banter right away since he was so wary of strangers -as he should be really- but perhaps that would change after a few drinks.
He would have to be here for a while trying to clean this mess up, and although she had, technically, a bit of free time the thought of paying cat and mouse with Corazón -not just for sport but for the sake of curiosity- was quite a tempting one.
Her head tilts to the side, eyes-half lidding, that smile still in her lips.
“I’d very much like that book back, so how can we come to an agreement?”
