Like I'd ever keep you waiting a second longer than necessary. [ Basking under the warmth in her gaze– he could drown in her affection and he'd be happy for it– he grins at her, not quite capable of resisting the urge to lean down and lightly kiss the inviting curve of her mouth. It's brief, and he's backing away a few seconds after it ends, a broad, beaming grin on his face as he does it.

Whatever she thinks of herself, she truly is a light in Sanji's life here at the Golden Peacock, a woman who's playful, eager attitude he'd found endearing from the very first. And now, just being near her makes his heart swell with such deeply fond feelings that it leaves him dizzy. There's nothing he wouldn't do from here– and that includes fetching a shirt for her to wear for the night.

When he returns from the closet, it's with a light blue, button-up shirt in hand. The fabric's softer than most of the shirts he owns– they favor stiffer, sturdier material– and he thinks it should be more than comfortable to sleep in. Still, the look he gives her is almost apologetic as he offers it to her, grin crooked and almost sheepish. ]

Sorry. Most of the shirt I own– they're made to go with suits, you know? I hope that'll work. [ Even the thought of seeing her in it is enough to make him shiver, the urge to worry his lip between his teeth stronger than he cares to admit. ]