[ The forced sex is...an unfortunate issue, and part of the lack of freedom. Shanks is feeling it, but still tries to control what he can and drinks to avoid the full effect of his real feelings on this place. After all, he's waiting until he knows where to aim his slow simmering wrath. Until then? He's as easy going as that free and loose smile on his face. Which does brighten a bit more and more as Sanji continues to talk. ] I have. The Cook Pirates, correct? Been a while since I heard of them.

[ Been ten years since he was in East Blue, as well, so he missed the Baratie entirely, as well. ]

It is. But it was hard to believe there was a place that could keep people captive like this.

Sanji? [ Shanks' eyes widen a fraction, and that flicker of recognition comes through once more, this time tinged with a slither of sadness. He refuses to let it show in his full expression, or his response - it's best Luffy isn't here, truly, and he's happy Luffy is free, at least - but just saying Luffy's name feels like a blow. He still enjoys talking about him, though, so the feelings are mixed and bittersweet. ]

Luffy's chef Sanji? [ Yes, Shanks is hung up on that, for now, and still doesn't give his own name. Not yet. He does, however, extend his right hand to take Sanji's and give it a firm, grateful shake. ]