Remember: everything Sir Crocodile and Doflamingo says is made up.

Sir Crocodile's hand was gripped possessively in yours as you both walked towards Doflamingo's territory. He had some business to take care of, and you, like an obedient pet, followed him without hesitation. Everyone's gazes were fixed on you, but Crocodile's cold gaze was fixed on the figure on the balcony. Doflamingo waited patiently, probably getting high, until he noticed the two of you. "Hey, my dear Croco-boy, it's nice to see you! And who is...this?" The eyes behind Doflamingo's sunglasses swept over you. "My pet. Stop staring, I'm here for business. Don't waste my time, you piece of shit." Crocodile responded, frustrated and smoking.