[ The question that Shanks poses almost causes Sanji to wince, lips briefly tightening in a thin line as another wave of hunger rushes right through him, powerful enough that it feels like it should cause his stomach to audibly growl. It doesn’t, though, which is preferable. ]

Already had plenty. [ For all the good that it did him. ] It’s good, yeah? It just… doesn’t satisfy the way it should. At least for me.

[ Which he knows the answer to, but the solution still seems wrong to him. Especially here, where his words are apparently commands. The whole divinity thing is really starting to piss him off.

Some of that anger clears away when Shanks brings up the word pirate, though. It isn’t joy or happiness that he feels, more… curiosity and maybe a touch of hope. ] You’re a pirate? Are you… do you know what the Grand Line is? [ Because it’s already become clear that not everyone here does.

Which is, of course, counterbalanced by what Shanks confirms for him. ] Shit. I had a feeling, but… it’s pretty damn hard to believe.