[he never claimed to be suave. He was a swordsman. He felt what he felt without any of the suavness, whatever that really was, getting in the way. He rears back a little from Sanji's look and feels his face get even hotter.

Who had said anything about that? Well.. he supposed, he imagined, it would lead to that eventually.]

I wasn't going to go straight for your dick, asshole, I just wanted to touch you like this.

[but he can't even give an example because now he's uncertain about the whole thing. The most he can do is keep a hand on the small of Sanji's back]

Tell me what you want and I'll do it. [since otherwise he'd never figure it out] But I'm not good at the kissing crap so don't expect perfection until I've trained in it a bit.