[Huffs again, shifting a little as his hands slide across Zoro's shoulders and down his arms to brace against his biceps, thumbs absently massaging circles into those thick muscles.]

Well how the hell do you suggest we get rid of 'em, then? Ain't like we can really get up and toss the damn things out the window. Or even grab one to read it.

[Pointed glare down at one of his hands like he's just noticed what the fuck it's doing. Though he has to fight a little to keep it an actual glare and not allow it to turn into something that might actually look intrigued.

Sanji knows all about Zoro's muscles, okay. He's fought the man countless times, he's seen him train, watched the shift of movement beneath his skin whenever he lifted one of his massive weights, but he's never felt them for himself like this. There's a whole fuckton of power hidden in these arms and it's somehow fascinating all of a sudden to be able to feel it right beneath his fingertips.]

I, uh. [Come on, asshole, focus. He gives his head a small shake.] Maybe I can reach 'em.

[If he can just get ONE of his fucking hands off Zoro already, jesus christ.]