"Yeah, yeah. I wont scratch your ship" Conan muttered to Sia before he gritted his teeth as Simona pulled him along into the ship. His slow boiling temper was becoming harder to contain thanks to the influence f his devil fruit, such was the burden of carnivore zoans but his own strong dislike of Marines and his feelings toward Steadman were only making things worse. His teeth turned to fangs unknowingly  as he watched the marines approached from inside the ship.