Re: The Bar: Zoro and Sanji
"Hn. You really are thick." Zoro reached for Sanji's necktie, winding his hand up in it a couple of times and using the makeshift leash to draw Sanji in a bit closer, to where he could kiss Sanji's temple.
There was no doubt in Zoro's mind that Zeff had just been waiting for the right time to turn Sanji. But maybe there never would have been a right time, after all. Maybe the little blonde Human had grown up, and Zeff had changed his mind, for the same reasons that Zoro had refused to ever talk about turning Sanji now. Turning was a curse, if not an immediate death sentence, even with its perks.