He growls at the pinch and then huffs a little. "If I'm naked and you're naked, then there isn't going to be anyone flocking to anyone because we'd be real fucking busy, dumbass." Because he's honest with himself and knows that if he gets Squalo naked, he's going to be the one enjoying him. "And even if there was people around, bitches know where you belong." And though he's just as much of a possessive jealous bastard, he actually wouldn't cockblock his second. Let the asshole get laid, so long as he came back.

He swears at the hard bite and retaliates by yanking on the man's hair. "Your dick is pathetic. If we weren't talking about it, I might forget you even have one." Still, he's smiling because that makes him happy, knowing Squalo appreciated his fire. A distant memory tells him that the man Squalo used to be had also liked it a lot. "And what you're telling me is that I can give all the shit missions. Good to know. I'll enjoy the Bahamas and all that shit and you can freeze your fine ass off."