[he has ingested enough beer that he's actually feeling pretty mellow, all things considered, and tolerates the smacking easily. When they're both done, he waves a hand gently to try to get Sanji to cool down.]

Easy there, curly-cook, I already said no. It's my body you're playing with, I get final say anyway.

[definitely touched a nerve, Luffy. Geez, who knew?]

'S just one of those things. Don't worry, Luffy.