He shuddered softly as her lips grazed his ears, his most sensitive spot, and decided it was definitely a good thing she was less bold than Portgas who would have found a way to undo Smoker's nerves and fray them. This was... better. Better or just different? But better? At least he was more actually relaxed, less teetering on a razor's edge, like even Tashigi noted.

Smoker chuckled softly and moved his hands very slowly up to her waist and shoulder to give a slow waltz dance before they separated and tried to pretend to be unaffected in the meanwhile. "Now that's unfair," he rumbled quietly, "You've already got three or four nicknames for me and I don't have any for you. How will I ever keep up?"