[ There's a growing smile on Shanks' face as he listens to how much this particular art form matters to Sanji. He's not surprised, considering the kind of person Luffy is, but it's still entrancing. ]

Anyone I've ever known who views anything that way excels in unexpected ways. They also speak to the heart without saying a word.

[ There's another chuckle to the mouth comment. ] That's two of us, though I don't have cooking as an excuse for why I like tasting everything.

[ He feels Sanji's teeth on his skin, and, well, so much for the drink. Shanks is careful to set it aside, though, not wanting it to spill and be wasted. He wants to drink the rest of it, properly, in a bit. ]

[ For now, his hand free, he moves to pop the remainder of his own buttons, and give Sanji more room to work with. ]