[ just as she seems to transform, so does sanji, a natural, instinctive response that never seems to take much thought at all, as if simply a reaction of muscle memory or well trained impulse, as his annoyed demeanor transforms into an excitable one, all warm cheeks and smiles as he admires the woman in front of him — too caught up in the sheer presence of a woman that he doesn't consider the reflective qualities she seems to bear. ]

I take no offense, my lady. I'm very familiar with this uneducated oaf's rude behavior and I know it bears no reflection on how lovely you seem to be.

[ natural. habitual. where not even the anger he holds for zoro seems to prevent his usual behaviors, even if all it really takes is a mere glance back in the swordsman's direction to feel the scorching fire in his soul again, especially as he's forced to listen to him talk with that attitude. ]

Oi, oi—! [ before he even has a chance to criticize him on his etiquette in a woman's company, the other man already seems to be off, leaping back off the ship right from where sanji had just come from. ] Wait a damned minute, you bastard!

[ back to the maid — ]

Please excuse me, sweet miss. [ even in a hurry, he'll sneak in a forward bend to press a gentle kiss to her hand. ] I'll be sure to make him beg on his knees for forgiveness later for his ugly manners.

[ which has him immediately spinning on his heel to take off after zoro, hopping quickly back onto the dock and darting after him, knowing if he loses a second, the idiot will just get himself lost. ]

Shithead! Slow down! You realize the damn hunt you put me through to find you because you're too stupid to give one simple direction!? Where the hell do you plan on going now?