It takes Sanji a couple of seconds— and another sneeze— to recover enough to actually answer her, although he's still eyeing the flower suspiciously. "Think so. I don't feel like anything's wrong, but…" his shoulder lifts in an awkward approximation of a shrug. "Won't know for sure until we find out more about that flower. You just can't tell what's safe when it comes to the crap this place likes to put us through. You feeling okay yourself?"

The whole cloud of pollen thing is suspicious as far as he's concerned. He's been to the gardens often enough to know that not even the flowers are trustworthy here.

Weary as he is, the expression on his face still softens like butter the moment she touches his shoulder and thanks him and he shakes his head without giving it much thought. "Nah, it was nothing. Any gentleman worth his salt would've done the same to keep a beautiful lady out of harm's way, you know? Didn't want you getting hurt."

And while he's quickly learning to enjoy the feeling of holding her in his arms— holding a woman this close always feels nice— he does let us hold on her slacken. "Probably best we, uh, stand up if you're okay? Maybe go find out what these flowers are before, I dunno, one of us develops an oral fixation or whatever other weird thing I'm sure they do to us."