Guess I’ll have to resign myself to being your prince, princess. [ This kind of thing— being silly, indulging in romantic playfulness— comes easily and naturally as breathing to Sanji and he’s shameless about it, pressing another couple of fond kisses to her mouth and her nose, grinning the whole while. ] That way, you can keep me inside all to yourself without worry.

[ Her words earlier do linger in the back of his mind, a little niggling worry quietly eating away that he hopes to squash soon, but his heart is full to bursting with warmth and affection and it seems a shame to squander it.

And he’s laughing again a moment later she squishes his cheeks, both of his hands gently taking hers by the wrist so he can press soft kisses to her palms. ]

Sick of you? Nah, never, Hilda. We could spend every damn day together and I’d still want more of you. [ His voice is softer as he says it, but then he grins at her, laughing quietly. ] Are you asking me to undress you while you undress me? Because yeah, we can do that.