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It amused Crocodile that such a soft-looking, nebbish and fastidious little man was a vicious and ruthless killer. As 'Mr. 3' for Baroque Works, Galdino had been one of the organization's top assassins, a cultured, entirely too clever man whose preference for keeping his hands clean of blood led to some truly twisted methods of murder.
Crocodile, now boss of Cross Guild, watched as Galdino slowly entombed a captive marine in an inescapable layer of wax. The look on the assassin's face was nothing short of lascivious.
"That's so much more cruel than just cutting his throat."
"Does it bother you, sir?" Galdino looked up, pushing his glasses up his nose carefully. The smile on his face told Crocodile that he already knew the answer.
Crocodile chuckled and swaggered closer. He paused for a moment and drew the tip of his hook across the marine's throat, as if he were going to do the humane thing and put an end to his suffering.
Instead, he hooked Galdino around the waist and pulled him roughly against his chest, leaning down to kiss him in full view of the dying marine.
Breaking the kiss, he answered. "You know it turns me on."