[ it isn't super obvious, but when he turns back to server her dinner and get her drink order, there's a flash of something in her dark eyes that makes the corners of his lips curl into a grin that's just a bit wider than before. sanji can't read minds, but he doesn't have to, not when there's a dusting of pink to her cheeks and that something lurking behind her gaze is familiar to him. he dips his head in a quick nod and turns back to the kitchen, reaching into the alcohol cabinet to pull out a bottle of sake and bring it back over to the table, pouring a glass for both of them.
now that dinner is served, he can let his mind wander. not that it hadn't been before— even before she'd arrived, he'd vaguely been fantasizing about just tearing off every piece of clothing she had on, making her take a seat on the countertop, and burying his face between her thighs while he found out how many times he could make her come before she begged him to stop or for his cock, whichever came first. he takes a seat across from her and smiles at her question. it's one that he has an immediate answer to. ]
Anything with seafood in it. I grew up learning to cook at a sea restaurant, you know, so we were always preparing dishes with fish or muscles or shrimp or... well, you get the picture. [ while he's speaking, he gathers up a spoonful of rice and curry, still looking at her, still vaguely imagining what she looks like completely nude, and takes a bite as soon as he finishes, sighing with satisfaction. the critic in him thinks he could have simmered the brother a few minutes less and added a touch more apple to improve the flavor, but it's still a good dish. ] They're just comforting to make. And wherever you go, there's always different kinds of fish around, some I've never cooked with, so it's a bit of challenge, too.
[ while he's taking another bite of curry, followed up by a sip of the sake, his other hand slips under the table and rests his palm against her bare knee, fingers tapping softly on her thigh. ] What about you, Faye? Do you cook much? Or have any fun hobbies?
definitely!! thank you
now that dinner is served, he can let his mind wander. not that it hadn't been before— even before she'd arrived, he'd vaguely been fantasizing about just tearing off every piece of clothing she had on, making her take a seat on the countertop, and burying his face between her thighs while he found out how many times he could make her come before she begged him to stop or for his cock, whichever came first. he takes a seat across from her and smiles at her question. it's one that he has an immediate answer to. ]
Anything with seafood in it. I grew up learning to cook at a sea restaurant, you know, so we were always preparing dishes with fish or muscles or shrimp or... well, you get the picture. [ while he's speaking, he gathers up a spoonful of rice and curry, still looking at her, still vaguely imagining what she looks like completely nude, and takes a bite as soon as he finishes, sighing with satisfaction. the critic in him thinks he could have simmered the brother a few minutes less and added a touch more apple to improve the flavor, but it's still a good dish. ] They're just comforting to make. And wherever you go, there's always different kinds of fish around, some I've never cooked with, so it's a bit of challenge, too.
[ while he's taking another bite of curry, followed up by a sip of the sake, his other hand slips under the table and rests his palm against her bare knee, fingers tapping softly on her thigh. ] What about you, Faye? Do you cook much? Or have any fun hobbies?