“I loathe you, Captain. Every fucking inch.” Everything the Crocodile says is a puzzle, something to be turned over and scrutinized. But I think this might be the most honest things he’s ever told me. Truth wrapped up in a lie so as to hide just how vulnerable it is. The thought of the Crocodile, the Devourer of Men, desiring me, every fucking inch, makes me feel like a fucking king.
