[ Normally, Sanji would never dare pick up a woman unless she asked him to or he knew her well enough to know that his actions were welcome. But Layla, in many ways, is an exception thanks to their playful, banter-fueled relationship. Knowing that she might find it embarassing was reason enough to scoop her up, that amused grin growing wider as she joins in by putting up a playful fight, pounding her fists lightly against the broad expanse of his chest. Rather than saying anything, he just laughs softly as she does it, tightening his hold on her shoulders and her legs. ]
You really do look so damn pretty when you blush like that.
[ It's said with a quick wink, but the compliment is genuine as he sets her down on the floor, trying to ignore the way his heart gives a quick flutter at how cute she looks. Chuckling some more, he's already rolling up his sleeves before she threatens him, prepared to make her the finest meal he can. ]
Yes, ma'am. One meal so delicious, you're gonna end up in my lap before you know what's happening coming right up. [ Grinning at her over his shoulder, he round the corner and opens up the refrigerator, pulling out the salmon, steak, and vegetables she bought for that night's dinner. ] You don't mind if I make use of some of the other stuff you got, yeah? Wanna have a full range of options so I can make you the tastiest dish possible.
[ Not quite waiting for her answer— there's other prep to do— he busies himself grabbing a few plates and racks, already making a checklist of everything he needs to do to get dinner made. ]
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You really do look so damn pretty when you blush like that.
[ It's said with a quick wink, but the compliment is genuine as he sets her down on the floor, trying to ignore the way his heart gives a quick flutter at how cute she looks. Chuckling some more, he's already rolling up his sleeves before she threatens him, prepared to make her the finest meal he can. ]
Yes, ma'am. One meal so delicious, you're gonna end up in my lap before you know what's happening coming right up. [ Grinning at her over his shoulder, he round the corner and opens up the refrigerator, pulling out the salmon, steak, and vegetables she bought for that night's dinner. ] You don't mind if I make use of some of the other stuff you got, yeah? Wanna have a full range of options so I can make you the tastiest dish possible.
[ Not quite waiting for her answer— there's other prep to do— he busies himself grabbing a few plates and racks, already making a checklist of everything he needs to do to get dinner made. ]