With an exasperated sigh, Sanji finally broke the tense silence.

"I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of it. I mean, if it happened to anyone else besides a giant dip-shit like you, the whole thing would be rather…cute."

"CUTE?"

Sanji waved his cigarette at the other man in a dismissive manner.

"But, like I said, your complete and utter dipshitness kills any cuteness right off the bat."

Zoro crossed his arms and quickly nodded his head.

"Well, I should hope so!"

Sanji took a long pull of smoke into his lungs to hide his grin before continuing.

"So you're ticklish—"

"I am NOT."

The blonde rolled his eyes.

"Zoro, I heard the giggle."

"I DO NOT GIGGLE!"

"Yeah, whatever. I suppose someone just dumped a pre-pubescent hyena into bed with us."

"This whole thing is your perverted fault! What the hell was your mouth doing down there anyway?"

Sanji gave Zoro a look, and the other man flushed brightly. The blonde noted the reaction with interest.

"You're ticklish, you giggle, and you blush." Sanji regarded the other man carefully through narrowed eyes, "What other girly secrets are you hiding?"

"I'll KILL you, you bastard cook!"

Sanji stayed uncharacteristically calm in the face of Zoro's threat. Not breaking eye contact with the enraged man (who was, by the way, still blushing), he calmly said,

"Try it, and I'll tell."

Then, for effect, he added,

"I'll tell Nami."

Sanji clamped down on another grin as he watched the swordsman pale and back away.

"You wouldn't." he whispered.

Sanji's smile said that he absolutely would.

Zoro glared hotly.

"I'll get you for this, Cook."

Sanji snickered as the other man turned and stomped below deck, and knew that the next few days were geared to be interesting ones.