[Gives the slightest eye roll and huffs a bit, though he does glance back at him when that shoulder bumps into his.

And then promptly feels a little bad because Zoro looks all...something. Annoyed and maybe uncomfortable with it for some reason. Though...Sanji's not completely clueless. He thinks about it for another moment, and yeah, he can maybe sort of guess why.

Zoro's just been putting up with his shit for so long, he hadn't thought about what would happen if it ever actually became a problem. Hmm.]

...Oi. [Leans over to poke his temple.] I ain't getting a shitty massage, you idiot. I didn't drag you up here just to ditch you and go get felt up by some pretty girl.

[AS NICE AS THAT WOULD BE...assuming Sanji even survived it and didn't die via nosebleed explosion.

But still!

The things you do for the people you, uh. You know. L...ike.]