[ He doesn't tell her anything she hasn't known about Sanji from the moment they met at Baratie. From that over the top deep dive into her water preferences, to how he warmly tried to greet her, how he'd fought for her – barely more than a stranger – as Arlong Park collapsed, he hasn't bothered to hide how quickly, and ardently he started to want her. There's no doubt her time here has made letting things happen in a rush seem almost typical, playing the game is what got her this comfortably appointed, and after all the hustles she's ran on the crews that came before the Straw Hats, she knows how to get close and keep her distance at the same time.

They might have only sailed together briefly, but, she doesn't want that logic to apply here. She knows she will still bristle while fumbling her way through the moments where everything gets sincere and intimate enough to make Nami feel like she's heading towards uncharted waters, but, it's Sanji. ]

I know you do– [ Softly spoken smug confidence threads though her reply before he kisses her again, shedding the heated urgency that's been carrying them forward for sweetness. If there was any doubt lingering in Nami's mind just how much, and in what ways Sanji wanted her, they're blown away in the wake of that kiss – in the way he handles her like he's utterly treasuring her.

There's being spoiled, and then there's this. It's enough to leave her shivering as he guides his shirt higher, exposing her skin to open air. ] Like I could stop you by telling you I can take care of myself. [ Nami draws back, a soft, dazed smirk on her face when she meets his eye, smiling too softly to look like she'll ever mind the relentless doting she's sure is coming her way if the cook has anything to say about it. ] If I can take yours off too.