Zoro chooses the path of least resistance and lets himself be herded to a table. He's glad to see that Luffy's devil fruit powers are still intact here - he supposes they can't take that away like they did his sword. "I don't mean that kind of love," he says with a tired sigh, although even the idea of saying he loves his friends in a perfectly platonic way seems foreign to him. He supposes it could be true, but his concept of love is immature and focused on the most common representation of romantic love. Growing up an orphan without many friends means his crew are really the first people he's connected enough with to even possibly feel these things for.

Good thing there isn't time for a philosophical crisis about all the different kinds of love right now. Luffy is trying to make him eat, and he really doesn't think he should. He manages to grab an empty wine bucket from a table they're passing by, setting it on the floor by his feet as he takes a seat. Ever so casually, so as not to draw Luffy's attention to it. He hums and nods as he listens to his captain talk about their navigator's suite. "Okay." If he gets his own space, he isn't sure he'll really bunk with the others - won't it get crowded? He doesn't understand yet how 'cool' as a description is woefully inadequate for their resident queen's accommodations. But he doesn't see sense in arguing with Luffy about it; they'll figure it all out later.

He watches the other man eat with a mildly amused expression, then snorts at his question. "Stuff that makes you really want to pound someone's brains out." A simple answer. Hopefully there's no way Luffy can misinterpret that.