[maybe he can already tell something is up. You're damn tense, you know and he can tell when you're holding back. But he's dangerously intrigued by it, wondering how much he can do before Sanji has to do something overt. He inches his hands up slowly, his breathing steady. He eventually reaches the bend of Sanji's leg, pressing into the slightly more pliant flesh there, watching the cook's face intently]
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