[He watches Sanji like a hawk, any sort of expression sliding off his face - not that he replaces it with anything negative, Zoro simply returns to his usual blank stone-face while he processes, and watches. It's heartening that the cook doesn't go far from him, and he certainly understands the fidgeting. If he hadn't been the one to make the advance, he might be in the same position. If anyone in the world is going to give Sanji the space to mull this over, it's him.

Something in his chest aches for the briefest moment when Sanji comes back, though he keeps his hands to himself, slumped back against the back of the couch. Somehow, just getting that out of the way has really relaxed him.]

Before. A while ago. [he sniffs a half-hearted chuckle and looks across the room. That's right, spirit-fox, you stay over there] But then you made your interests pretty well known, so I kinda dropped it. No reason wasting energy when you were pretty clear about the girls.