[ Sometimes, Sanji wonders if Hilda has any idea of just what she does to him, of how even one kiss really is enough to make him want to melt into a puddle of love and adoration ]

You know me too damn well, lovely. I’d do anything to make sure you were comfortable. Anything. [ As if to prove the truth of his words, he dusts little, sweet kisses to her face— her forehead, her nose, her cheekbones, her cheek, the corners of her mouth— hands gently squeezing hers. ] Get me one you think I’d look good in and I’ll wear it just for you.

[ It’s said with a laugh and wink, but his sincerity is crystal clear in his voice as he proceeds to unlace her boot, matching her every soft look and grinning up at her like the fool he is. ]

If that’s what my princess wants, who’m I to refuse her royal gorgeousness? [ Once the boot is free, he rises slowly, hands catching her face as he greedily steals a kiss from her mouth, eventually twisting to the side so he’s sitting next to her and letting his jacket slip off his shoulders.

Flashing a wink at her, he leans back slightly, displaying the neat tie wrapped around his neck and crisply white button-up shirt as he takes her hand in his and kisses her knuckles. ] You wanna do the honors or should I give you a show of taking my shirt off?