[And there it is - the last dismissal Sanji can stomach. He sets the ashtray on some table and stands in front of the couch, his eyes slit.

The claws are out, Kotetsu. You might wanna brace yourself.]

Not ones where my entire soul felt like it was fucked out of a whack.

Or didn't I tell you about that? See, not only do I get to sense a person's presence if they're close enough, I can tell how they're feeling, too.

And the more I know the shithead in question, the better it works.