Mihawk's fire breath was predictable enough — he's a dragon, dragon's breath fire, it's a fact of life — but the following slam of her tail against her back sends her sprawling to the floor, book scattered to the far wall of the cave.

Camilla struggles to get up, her mind hazy from the sudden collision, and unevenly stares Mihawk right in his blue eyes.

"You're very naughty!" She almost whines, puffing out her cheeks. "Why won't you let me harness you like a good boy?"