Nah, it's not like that, exactly. Don't mind the occasional hook-up.

[ And by don't mind, what Sanji means is that several brief flings in supply room closets are the extent of his relationship and sexual history, mostly out of circumstance rather than choice. He shrugs, though, and shakes his head. ]

But it's not really my preference, nah. [ He is, and always will be, a hopeless romantic. ] Fucking strangers isn't what bothers me about this crappy casino. It's being forced into it, y'know? I want the ladies I sleep with to fully want it and not be doing it because they gotta to survive here.