But Sanji asked for it. Didn't he?
Roronoa Zoro was confused. So he was doing pull-ups from the rim of the crow's nest.
He called me into the galley. Shirt was open. Pants unbuttoned.
There was only one interpretation, right?
Not if you interpreted the purple footprint on Zoro's back as Zoro did.
He never said it. Just put out his cigarette very... slowly...
Sanji touched him first—long fingers through Zoro's hair. Hell, Sanji kissed him first.
How else did you interpret that?
And yet, that footprint...
Where had Zoro heard that quote: "There is one unforgivable sin: when a woman calls a man to her bed, and he does not go."
A man had to be manly in all aspects of life. Zoro had practiced that philosophy with several women. He wasn't certain the same applied to a pretty man as to a woman, but Sanji would have talked shit if Zoro had failed to perform.
He'd performed. Then acquired that footprint.
He all but asked for it.
How else did you interpret the breathy whispers, Sanji's body spread over the cot?
Well, I'm not making that mistake twice. That asshole can—
"Oi, shit swordsman! You know what the gulls have done up there?"
Zoro lost his grip and fell to the deck in a heap.
Sanji looked down at him. Zoro looked up—straight up Sanji's bathrobe.
Whoa there. He dragged his gaze up to meet Sanji's.
"Takin' a bath," Sanji said. "You could use one." He smirked and turned away.
Zoro watched him go. One part of him was quicker to stand up than the rest.
I just said I wouldn't make that mistake twice!
The footprint stung.
But what was that if not an invitation?
Now Sanji was definitely asking for it. Wasn't he?