"You don't say..." Smoker's mind completely trailed off with mental images. Biting off her buttons (oh right... that one... hm) and a white lace wedding dress. The garter belt mental image, wrapped around her thigh, teasing him the whole ceremony until he got to tear it off and toss it away, completely melted his brain to the point that only pirates could have snapped him out of it. "That doesn't sound too objectionable..." Objectionable? It sounded like bliss on a cloud.