Gritting his teeth hard on cigars, Smoker twitched and growled irritably, "I do not get embarrassed over everything! Stop that!" Unfortunately, he was blushing again which gave him dead away. "Tch. Something sturdy then. Maybe with buttons or a zipper." It was only the complicated ones with multiple straps that got to him. Unfortunately that described most of her wardrobe, but nevertheless, the commodore was fairly certain he could manage keeping it in tact if it was easy. He took a step closer and muttered darkly in her ear too quietly for anyone else to pick up, "And no lace. It drives me wild." He was flushing deeper over the admission, but at least this was in a more controlled than flustered way.

"Besides," He added cockily after walking away a few steps to the door, "I like spending money on you. Not much else I'm going to do with it besides charities and cigars."