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The third time that Doflamingo followed him too-close out of the warlords' meeting room, half bent and looming over him like some kind of enormous dog Crocodile realized that there was more going on than the man simply trying to be annoying.
He grabbed him by the coat– forced him up against the wall with the curve of his hook.
"What the hell do you want, man?"
"I don't know. Have a drink with me, maybe?" Doflamingo just kept smiling.
With a sinking feeling, Crocodile realized that he was being asked out. And worse, he was going to say yes.