[Baren would pull that with most people. Pretend that he didn't know them if he didn't like them, if they hadn't made an impact on his life, would feign forgetfulness when it's almost a given that his memory is as sharp as a tack.

He thinks about that for a second, staring into the wine in his glass before throwing it back similarly.

If they're having this kind of conversation, he'll need more than that.

Hence why he'll slide his glass back over to Sanji, expecting.

. . . . ]

I've never needed to know that much about you. [It's not how much he knows that determines how much he likes a person - all that matters is that in this moment, he knows enough that he likes.] I still don't need to know more if you don't want to share.

... but you can't lose your shit on me for reasons I don't know about and expect me to take it.

[And because Baren's an annoying fuck, he'll slide himself on the counter closer to where Sanji is too, tilting his head to peer at his expression.]

I won't go anywhere.

[Even if Sanji does lose his shit.]

You're stuck with me - but the universe can probably only handle one of us being that shitty at a time.