'Eustass-ya looked like he wanted to strangle you, ' Law says as a greeting, almost reluctantly slipping into a chair at Bege 's table, which I 've taken over as my own. Surprisingly, instead of taking the seat opposite mine, he takes the one perpendicular to me.

'I read him to fucking filth, bitch I 'd be mad too, ' I deadpan.

That actually gets Law to laugh. 'What did you say to him? ' he asks, leaning forward in his chair and idly twisting his sword by the hilt with the tip of his finger. It looks a little ridiculous because he has to reach up past his head in a way that means his arm is absolutely not in a relaxed position, but he seems to be doing it so unthinkingly it 's probably just habit.