[Oh, for fuck's sake. Sanji catches himself staring again and gulps, raising his eyes skyward and shoving his hands in his pockets while he rocks back on his heels. He's fine, he's fine...]

You'll always look lovely to me, Elsa-swan~ Ahh, but I think you'd really rather have clothes on. Right? I mean, clothes are pretty damn awesome. I love clothes.

[The question about Zoro throws him for a moment and cuts off his babbling. He blinks a few times, face going warm.

Then he snorts.]

Hell, that idiot doesn't look lovely ever.