[This is entering dangerous territory. Sanji is happy to give beautiful women any damn thing they could ever ask for and more, except for undeserved respect in the kitchen. Food is just as, if not more, sacred than his love of women. He won't be able to go easy on her; he won't be able to lavish her with the adoration he knows she deserves just for existing. In the kitchen, simply existing isn't enough. That's his territory, and he won't let just anything fly there. He has to be in control of everything, including himself.

The fact that he takes this so seriously, however, is also why he can't say no. To prevent anyone from enjoying the passion that has shaped his entire life... He'd never be able to forgive himself for that.

He'll just have to reel himself in. Self-control. He has it.

Somewhere.]

Of course! How could I possibly turn down anyone looking to experience the wonders of cooking?

I wouldn't call myself a good teacher by any stretch of the imagination, but I know everything there is to know about maintaining a kitchen. And as soon as we duck out to our new location, we can learn the ins and outs of what it has to offer together.