"No, hn?" Zoro clearly wasn't buying it. He met Sanji's scrutiny by tipping his chin in Noctis' direction, so he could see how red the boy had gotten - if he couldn't already feel the flush against his skin. "Your shitty memory is too bad. I thought there was something you wanted to ask Sanji." He pushed a hand up over Sanji's knee so that the blanket slid away enough for Noctis to see, rubbing his grip along the inside of Sanji's thigh casually.