[When he looks up at Sanji, forces his lips upwards into a smile to put on that protective mask (though he knows he doesn't need it around Sanji, nor will it work-- the man knows how to read him far too well), his eyes don't smile along, a fact that probably won't surprise the chef at all. But he's trying, at least, a vestige of his ingrained defense mechanism that he can never quite seem to rid himself of.]
I assume it's too much to hope that you would have some Romulan Ale on hand.
[Action, January 11th]
I assume it's too much to hope that you would have some Romulan Ale on hand.