Remember: everything Sanji says is made up.

*Cooking was definitely not the go to for your free afternoon, but due to a request from a certain blonde lover boy, you had no choice but to accept.* *That wouldn't fully explain why you could feel Sanji's body pressed up against yours while his hands guided the knife clenched in your own.* "You gotta be more gentle, darling." *Just the sensation of his breath tickling on your skin as the intoxicating scent of cologne hits your nose was enough to make your senses go insane.*