[Promptly spins around and snaps his leg out at Zoro -- he's improved somewhat from his attempts to kick Luffy that morning, at least his balance is better now. But he still forgets to account for his slightly shorter legs, so at best his foot just barely glances off Zoro's arm.

Damn.

He holds the pose for a moment anyway, glaring at him.]

I'm not pretty. [...Well. Ugh. He huffs and corrects:] Don't call me pretty, shithead.

[Lowers his leg and tugs his shirt down, then brushes some hair out of his face.]

Hmph. Maybe I'll touch a shitty bubble and turn into the lady version of you.