"Why are you back so soon? I thought you were going to that weapon shop that we saw in town."

"It, uh, wasn't a weapon shop."

"No?"

"No. It had books. Books with pictures."

Sanji raised a fine eyebrow.

"Pictures of girl's...stuff, and, you know, guy's wangs."

There was a pause while Sanji took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"You call it a 'wang'?"

"What do you call it?"

"Well—"

"No. Never mind. Anyway, I have no interest in that sort of thing"

"There's a shocker."

"Its pretty sick, if you ask me, that they would just put something like that in the middle of the street, where just ANYONE could wander in, and what the fuck is that suppose to mean?"

"It means, Idiot, that I'm not surprised that something like that would fail to...stimulate you."

"What are you saying, you Bastard Cook?!? I'll have you know that I get stimulated all the time! All over the god damn place!"

"Yeah? Well, what about that marine girl?"

Zoro paused.

"What about her?"

"She's cute, albeit pretty dim, and completely into you. And all you do is run away each time she gets near you."

"I run away because she wants to ARREST me."

"If that's all you think she wants to do with you, then you have just proven my point."

Zoro's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You act like you know everything, but you don't know the first thing about what 'stimulates' me. Maybe she just doesn't piss me off enough to hold my attention."

It was a very long moment before Sanji found his voice.

"Are you coming on to me?"

"Idiot. You're such an idiot."

"Really?" Sanji replied softly, with just the faintest bit of hope lighting his eyes.

This time, Zoro smiled back.

"Idiot."