Smoker leaned his head back against the wood of the mast and inhaled cigars sharply. Sweet blissful nicotine. He'd long since stopped claiming he was addicted. His desire not to let his logia take him over didn't extend that far. The feel of the smoke lingering in his lungs made up for whatever control his devil power had over him. And he'd rather use the tools of the devil himself if it meant fighting on justice's side. "Your justice," Smoker answered dryly. "What is it you're looking for here?" It was better than saying 'inside you,' Smoker felt.
Smoker canon "Always gets his way" with Hina >> and others << It happens. He's a bastard. SMUG one